QJ RALPH WALDO EMERSON. Cbautauqua IReaDins Circle ^Literature INITIAL STUDIES IN AMERICAN LETTERS HENRY A. BEERS Professor of English Literature in Yale University. Author of " Life of N. P. Willis" " The Thankless Muse" "A Suburban Pastoral and Other Tales" FLOOD AND VINCENT MEADVILLE PENNA 150 FIFTH AVE. NEW YORK 1895 The required books of the C. L. S. C. are recommended by a Council of six. It must, however, be understood that recommendation does not involve an approval by the Council, or by any member of it, of every principle or doctrine contained in the book recommended. Copyright, 1895 By FLOOD & VINCENT The Chautauqua- Century Press, Meadville, Pa., U. S.A. Electrotyped, Printed, and Bound by Flood & Vincent. 9/3 PREFACE. THIS volume, originally published in 1887 as "An Out line Sketch of American Literature," and reissued under the present title in 1891, with an appendix consisting of selections from representative American writers, is in tended as a companion to the historical sketch of English literature, entitled "From Chaucer to Tennyson," pub lished in 1886 (revised edition 1890), for the Chautauqua Circle. It has now (1895) been a second time revised and supplied with marginal catch -words for convenient refer ence. I have also added a few paragraphs to the final chapter, to bring the subject up to date. In writing it I have followed the same plan, aiming to present the sub ject in a sort of continuous essay rather than in the form of a "primer" or elementary manual. I have not under taken to describe, or even to mention, every American author or book of importance, but only those which seemed to me of most significance. Nevertheless I believe that the sketch contains enough detail to make it of some use as a guide-book to our literature. Though meant to be mainly a history of American belles-lettres, it makes some mention of historical and political writings, but hardly any of philosophical, scientific, and technical works. A chronological rather than a topical order has been fol lowed, although the fact that our best literature is of recent growth has made it impossible to adhere as closely, to a chronological plan as in the English sketch. In the read ing courses appended to the different chapters I have named a few of the most important authorities in American ill 952439 iv Preface. literary history, such as Duyckinck, Tyler, Stedman, and Richardson. My thanks are due to the authors and pub lishers who have kindly allowed me the use of copyrighted matter for the appendix ; especially to Mr. Park Godwin and Messrs. D. Appleton & Co. for the passages from Bryant ; to Messrs. A. C. Armstrong & Son for the selec tions from Poe ; to the Rev. E. E. Hale and Messrs. Roberts Brothers for the extract from "The Man Without a Country "; to the late Walt Whitman for his two poems ; and to Mr. Clemens and the American Publishing Co. for the passage from u The Jumping Frog." HENRY A. BEERS. CONTENTS. CHAPTER. PAGE. I. THE COLONIAL PERIOD, 1607-1765 7 II. THE REVOLUTIONARY PERIOD, 1765-1815 42 III. THE ERA OF NATIONAL EXPANSION, 1815-1837. 69 IV. THE CONCORD WRITERS, 1837-1861 95 V. THE CAMBRIDGE SCHOLARS, 1837-1861 125 VI. LITERATURE IN THE CITIES, 1837-1861. 156 VII. LITERATURE SINCE 1861 189 APPENDIX 225 LIST OF PORTRAITS. RALPH WALDO EMERSON Frontispiece. Facing page CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH, BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, COT TON MATHER, JONATHAN EDWARDS 7 ALEXANDER HAMILTON, THOMAS PAINE, THOMAS JEFFERSON, CHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN ... 48 WASHINGTON IRVING, DANIEL WEBSTER, JAMES FENIMORE COOPER, WILLIAM ELLERY CHAN- NING 72 NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE, THEODORE PARKER, HENRY DAVID THOREAU, MARGARET FULLER 104 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW, JAMES RUS SELL LOWELL, OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES, JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY 136 EDGAR ALLAN POE, JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIEB, WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT, HARRIET BEECHER STOWE 160 HENRY JAMES, JR., BRET HARTE, WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS, SAMUEL LANGHORNE CLEMENS . . 200 CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. COTTON MATHER. JONATHAN EDWARDS. INITIAL STUDIES IN AMERICAN LETTERS. CHAPTER I. THE COLONIAL PERIOD 1607-1765. THE writings of our colonial era have a much greater Importance of importance as history than as literature. It would be un- J fair to judge of the intellectual vigor of the English colo- nists in America by the books that they wrote ; those " stern men with empires in their brains " had more press ing work to do than the making of books. The first set tlers, indeed, were brought face to face with strange and exciting conditions the sea, the wilderness, the Indians, the flora and fauna of a new world, things which seem stimulating to the imagination, and incidents and experi ences which might have lent themselves easily to poetry or romance. Of all these they wrote back to England re ports which were faithful and sometimes vivid, but which, upon the whole, hardly rise into the region of literature. "New England," said Hawthorne, "was then in a state incomparably more picturesque than at present." But to a contemporary that old New England of the seventeenth century doubtless seemed anything but picturesque ; filled, on the contrary, with grim, hard, work-day realities. The planters both of Virginia and Massachusetts were deci mated by sickness and starvation, constantly threatened by Indian wars, and troubled by quarrels among them selves and fears of disturbance from England. The 7 Initial Studies in American Letters. provincial. v\Tangles Jbetw?ee*u the royal governors and the house of f burgesses in tnVcHct Dominion, and the theological squab- ; ^l"fs;iti S"eV;Eriglan9. which fill our colonial records, are petty and wearisoineto read of. At least, they would be so did we not bear in mind to what imperial destinies these conflicts were slowly educating the little communi ties which had hardly yet secured a foothold on the edge of the raw continent. Even a century and a half after the Jamestown and colony aiway? Piymouth settlements, when the American plantations had grown strong and flourishing, and commerce was build ing up large towns, and there were wealth and generous living and fine society, the "good old colony days when we lived under the king " had yielded little in the way of literature that is of any permanent interest. There would seem to be something in the relation of a colony to the mother-country which dooms the thought and art of the former to a helpless provincialism. Canada and Australia are great provinces, wealthier and more populous than the thirteen colonies at the time of their separation from Eng land. They have cities whose inhabitants number hun dreds of thousands, well-equipped universities, libraries, cathedrals, costly public buildings, all the outward appli ances of an advanced civilization ; and yet what have Canada and Australia contributed to British literature ? American literature had no infancy. That engaging naivete and that heroic rudeness which give a charm to the early popular tales and songs of Europe find, of course, 110 counterpart on our soil. Instead of emerging from the twilight of the past, the first American writings were pro duced under the garish noon of a modern and learned age. Decrepitude rather than youthfulness is the mark of a colonial literature. The poets, in particular, instead of finding a challenge to their imagination in the new life Canada and Australia. Absence of folk-lore in America. The Colonial Period. 9 about them, are apt to go on imitating the cast-off literary fashions of the mother-country. America was settled by English writ- Englishmen who were contemporary with the greatest rlr/w^thThT names in English literature. Jamestown was planted in tiements. Set 1607, nine years before Shakespeare s death, and the hero of that enterprise, Captain John Smith, may not improba bly have been a personal acquaintance of the great drama tist. " They have acted my fatal tragedies on the stage," wrote Smith. Many circumstances in "The Tempest" were doubtless suggested by the wreck of the Sea Ven ture on " the still vext Bermoothes," as described by William Strachey in his " True Repertory of the Wrack and Redemption of Sir Thomas Gates," written at James town, and published at London in 1610. Shakespeare s contemporary, Michael Dray ton, the poet of the " Polyol- bion," addressed a spirited valedictory ode to the three ton. shiploads of " brave, heroic minds" who sailed from Lon don in 1606 to colonize Virginia, an ode which ended with the prophecy of a future American literature : " And as there plenty grows Of laurel everywhere Apollo s sacred tree You it may see A poet s brows To crown, that may sing there." Another English poet, Samuel Daniel, the author of the Samuel Dan- " Civil Wars," had also prophesied in a similar strain : " And who in time knows whither we may vent The treasure of our tongue to what strange shores . . . "What Avorlds in the yet unformed Occident May come refined with accents that are ours?" It needed but a slight movement in the balances of fate, and Walter Raleigh might have been reckoned among the poets of America. He was one of the original promoters of the Virginia colony, and he made voyages in person to 10 Initial Studies in American Letters. John Milton. Few scholars among the Virginia planters. George Percy. Newfoundland and Guiana. And more unlikely things have happened than that when John Milton left Cambridge in 1632 he should have been tempted to follow Winthrop and the colonists of Massachusetts Bay, who had sailed two years before. Sir Henry Vane, the younger, who was afterward Milton s friend 14 Vane, young in years, but in sage counsel old " came over in 1635, and was for a short time governor of Massachusetts. These are idle speculations, and yet, when we reflect that Oliver Cromwell was on the point of em barking for America when he was prevented by the king s officers, we may, for the nonce, " let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise," and fancy by how narrow a chance " Paradise Lost " missed being written in Boston. But, as a rule, the members of the literary guild are not quick to emigrate. They like the feeling of an old and rich civilization about them, a state of society which America has only begun to reach during the present cen tury. Virginia and New England, says Lowell, were the "two great distributing centers of the English race." The men who colonized the country between the capes of Vir ginia were not drawn, to any large extent, from the literary or bookish classes in the old country. Many of the first settlers were gentlemen too many, Captain Smith thought, for the good of the plantation. Some among these were men of worth and spirit, u of good means and great parent age." Such was, for example, George Percy, a younger brother of the Earl of Northumberland, who was one of the original adventurers, and the author of "A Discourse of the Plantation of the Southern Colony of Virginia," which contains a graphic narrative of the fever and fam ine summer of 1607 at Jamestown. But many of these gentlemen were idlers, "unruly gallants, packed thither The Colonial Period. 11 by their friends to escape ill destinies " ; dissipated younger sons, soldiers of fortune, who came over after the gold which was supposed to abound in the new country, and who spent their time in playing bowls and drinking at the tavern, as soon as there was any tavern. With these was a sprinkling of mechanics and farmers, indented servants, and the offscourings of the London streets, fruit of press- gangs and jail deliveries, sent over to " work in the plan tations." Xor were the conditions of life afterward in Virginia very favorable to literary growth. The planters lived iso- Virginia social lated on great estates which had water-fronts on the rivers favoraS^to U " that flow into the Chesapeake. There the tobacco, the llterature - chief staple of the country, was loaded directly upon the trading vessels that tied up to the long, narrow wharves of the plantations. Surrounded by his slaves, and visited occasionally by a distant neighbor, the Virginia country gentleman lived a free and careless life. He was fond of fox-hunting, horse-racing, and cock-fighting. There were no large towns, and the planters met each other mainly on oc casion of a county court or the assembling of the burgesses. The courthouse was the nucleus of social and political life in Virginia, as the town-meeting was in New England. In such a state of society schools were necessarily few, and popular education did not exist. Sir William Berkeley, who was the royal governor of the colony from. 1641 to 1677, said in 1670, "I thank God there are no free schools nor printing, arid I hope we shall not have these hundred schools and years." In the matter of printing this pious wish was presses, well-nigh realized. The first press set up in the colony, about 1681, was soon suppressed, and found no successor until the year 1729. From that date until some ten years before the Revolution one printing-press answered the needs of Virginia, and this was under official control. The Initial Studies in American Letters. William and Mary College, Harvard Col lege, 1636. Yale College, 1701. earliest newspaper in the colony was the Virginia Gazette, established in 1736. In the absence of schools the higher education naturally languished. Some of the planters were taught at home by tutors, and others went to England and entered the univer sities. But these were few in number, and there was no college in the colony until more than half a century after the foundation of Harvard in the younger province of Massachusetts. The college of William and Mary was established at Williamsburg chiefly by the exertions of the Rev. James Blair, a Scotch divine, who was sent by the Bishop of London as " commissary " to the church in Vir ginia. The college received its charter in 1693, and held its first commencement in 1700. It is perhaps significant of the difference between the Puritans of New England and the so-called "Cavaliers" of Virginia, that while the former founded and supported Harvard College in 1636, and Yale in 1701, of their own motion and at their own expense, William and Mary received its endowment from the crown, being provided for in part by a deed of lands and in part by a tax of a penny a pound on all tobacco ex ported from the colony. In return for this royal grant the college was to present yearly to the king two copies of Latin verse. It is reported of the young Virginian gentle men who resorted to the new college that they brought their plantation manners with them, and were accustomed to " keep race-horses at the college, and bet at the billiard or other gaming-tables." William and Mary College did a good work for the colony, and educated some of the great Virginians of the revolutionary era, but it has never been a large or flourishing institution, and has held no such rela tion to the intellectual development of its section as Har vard and Yale have held in the colonies of Massachusetts and Connecticut. Even after the foundation of the Uni- The Colonial Period. 13 versity of Virginia, in which Jefferson took a conspicuous university of part, southern youths were commonly sent to the North Raftered 1819. for their education, and at the time of the outbreak of the Civil War there was a large contingent of southern students in several northern colleges, notably in Princeton and Yale. Naturally, the first books written in America were de scriptions of the country and narratives of the vicissitudes of the infant settlements, which were sent home to be Sn^iStSls printed for the information of the English public and the f voyages, encouragement of further immigration. Among books of this kind produced in Virginia the earliest and most note worthy were the writings of that famous soldier of fortune, Captain John Smith. The first of these was his "True captain John Relation," namely, u of such occurrences and accidents of Smith - note as hath happened in Virginia since the first planting of that colony," printed at London in 1608. Among Smith s other books the most important is perhaps his " General History of Virginia " (London, 1624), a compila tion of various narratives by different hands, but passing under his name. Smith was a man of a restless and daring spirit, full of resource, impatient of contradiction, and of a somewhat vainglorious nature, with an appetite for the marvelous and a disposition to draw the long-bow. He had seen service in many parts of the \vorld, and his won derful adventures lost nothing in the telling. It was alleged against him that the evidence of his prowess rested almost entirely on his own testimony. His truthfulness in essentials has not, perhaps, been successfully im pugned, but his narratives have suffered by the embel lishments with which he has colored them ; and, in partic ular, the charming story of Pocahontas saving his life at the risk of her own the one romance of early Virginian p oc anontas. history has passed into the realm of legend. 14 Initial Studies in American Letters. Sandys "Ovid." Bacon s Re bellion, 1676. The "Westover MSS. Captain Smith s writings have small literary value apart from the interest of the events which they describe and the diverting but forcible personality which they unconsciously display. They are the rough-hewn records of a busy man of action, whose sword was mightier than his pen. As Smith returned to England after two years in Virginia, and did not permanently cast in his lot with the settle ment of which he had been for a time the leading spirit, he can hardly be claimed as an American author. No more can Mr. George Sandys, who came to Virginia in the train of Governor Wyat, in 1621, and completed his excel lent metrical translation of Ovid on the banks of the James, in the midst of the Indian massacre of 1622, "limned," as he writes, u by that imperfect light which was snatched from the hours of night and repose, having wars and tumults to bring it to light instead of the muses." Sandys went back to England for good probably as early as 1725, and can, therefore, no more be reckoned as the first American poet, on the strength of his paraphrase of the "Metamorphoses," than he can be reckoned the earliest Yankee inventor because he "introduced the first water- mill into America." The literature of colonial Virginia, and of the southern colonies which took their point of departure from Virginia, is almost wholly of this historical and descriptive kind. A great part of it is concerned with the internal affairs of the province, such as "Bacon s Rebellion," in 1676, one of the most striking episodes in our ante-revolutionary annals, and of which there exist a number of narratives, some of them anonymous, and only rescued from a manuscript condition a hundred years after the event. Another part is concerned with the explorations of new territory. Such were the " Westover Manuscripts," left by Colonel William Byrd, who was appointed in 1729 one of the commission- The Colonial Period. 15 ers to fix the boundary between Virginia and North Caro- colonel Wm. lina, and gave an account of the survey in his " History of Byrd> the Dividing Line," which was printed only in 1841. Colonel Byrd is one of the most brilliant figures of colonial Virginia, and a type of the Old Virginia gentleman. He had been sent to England for his education, where he was admitted to the bar of the Middle Temple, elected a Fellow of the Royal Society, and formed an intimate friendship with Charles Boyle, the Earl of Orrery. He held many offices in the government of the colony, and founded the cities of Richmond and Petersburg. His estates were large, and at Westover where he had one of the finest private libraries in America he exercised a baronial hos pitality, blending the usual profusion of plantation life with the elegance of a traveled scholar and " picked man of countries." Colonel Byrd was rather an amateur in literature. His " History of the Dividing Line " is written with a jocularity which rises occasionally into real humor, and which gives to the painful journey through the wilder ness the air of a holiday expedition. Similar in tone were were his diaries of "A Progress to the Mines " and "A Journey to the Land of Eden " in North Carolina. The first formal historian of Virginia was Robert Bev- Robert Bever- erly. "a native and inhabitant of the place," whose ly s "History of Virginia." "History of Virginia " was printed at London in 1705. Beverly was a rich planter and large slave-owner, who, being in London in 1703, was shown by his bookseller the manuscript of a forthcoming work, Oldmixon s " British Empire in America." Beverly was set upon writing his history by the inaccuracies of this, and likewise because the province "has been so misrepresented to the common people of England as to make them believe that the servants in Virginia are made to draw in cart and plow, and that the country turns all people black "an 16 Initial Studies in American Letter*. Wm. Stith s " Discovery and Settle ment of Vir ginia." The church in Virginia. Alexander Whitaker. impression which lingers still in parts of Europe. The most original portions of the book are those in which the author puts down his personal observations of the plants and animals of the New World ; and particularly the ac count of the Indians, to which his third book is devoted, and which is accompanied by valuable plates. Beverly s knowledge of these matters was evidently at first hand, and his descriptions here are very fresh and interesting. The more strictly historical part of his work is not free from prejudice and inaccuracy. A more critical, detailed, and impartial, but much less readable, work was William Stith s " History of the First Discovery and Settlement of Virginia," 1747, which brought the subject down only to the year 1624. Stith was a clergyman, and at one time a professor in William and Mary College. The Virginians were stanch royalists and churchmen. The Church of England was established by law, and non conformity was persecuted in various ways. Three mis sionaries were sent to the colony in 1642 by the Puritans of New England, two from Braintree, Massachusetts, and one from New Haven. They were not suffered to preach, but many resorted to them in private houses, until, being finally driven out by fines and imprisonments, they took refuge in Catholic Maryland. The Virginia clergy were not, as a body, very much of a force in education or litera ture. Many of them, by reason of the scattering and dis persed condition of their parishes, lived as domestic chap lains with the wealthier planters and partook of their illit eracy and their passion for gaming and hunting. Few of them inherited the zeal of Alexander Whitaker, the "Apostle of Virginia," who came over in 1611 to preach to the colo nists and convert the Indians, and who published in further ance of those ends "Good News from Virginia," in 1613, three years before his death by drowning in the James Kiver. The Colonial Period. 17 The conditions were much more favorable for the produc- intellectual tion of a literature in New England than in the southern colonies. The free and genial existence of the " Old Dominion" had no counterpart among the settlers of Plymouth and Massachusetts Bay, and the Puritans must have been rather unpleasant people to live with for persons of a different way of thinking. But their intensity of character, their respect for learning, and the heroic mood which sustained them through the hardships and dangers of their great enterprise are amply reflected in their own writings. If these are not so much literature as the raw materials of literature, they have at least been fortunate in finding interpreters among their descendants, and no modern Virginian has done for the memory of the James town planters what Hawthorne, Whittier, Longfellow, and others have done in casting the glamour of poetry and romance over the lives of the founders of New England. Cotton Mather, in his "Magnalia," quotes the following passage from one of those election sermons, delivered be fore the General Court of Massachusetts, which formed for many years the great annual intellectual event of the colony : " The question was often put unto our predeces sors, What went ye out into the wilderness to see ? And the answer to it is not only too excellent but too notorious to be dissembled. . . . We came hither because we would have our posterity settled under the pure and full dispensa tions of the Gospel, defended by rulers that should be of ourselves." The New England colonies were, in fact, theocracies. Their leaders were clergymen, or laymen whose zeal for the faith was no whit inferior to that of the ministers themselves. Church and state were one. The freeman s oath was only administered to church members, and there was no place in the social system for unbelievers or dissenters. The Pilgrim fathers regarded their trans- 18 Initial Studies in American Letters. Hugh Peters. Nathaniel Ward. A learned clergy. plantation to the New World as an exile, and nothing is more touching in their written records than the repeated expressions of love and longing toward the old home which they had left, and even toward that Church of England from which they had sorrowfully separated them selves. It was not in any light or adventurous spirit that they faced the perils of the sea and the wilderness. "This howling wilderness," "these ends of the earth," "these goings down of the sun," are some of the epithets which they constantly applied to the land of their exile. Never theless they had come to stay, and, unlike Smith and Percy and Sandys, the early historians and writers of New England cast in their lots permanently with the new settlements. A few, indeed, went back after 1640 Mather says some ten or twelve of the ministers of the first "classis" or immigration were among them when the victory of the Puritanic party in Parliament opened a career for them in England, and made their presence there seem in some cases a duty. The celebrated Hugh Peters, for example, who was afterward Oliver Cromwell s chap lain, and was beheaded after the Restoration, went back in 1641, and in 1647 Nathaniel Ward, the minister of Ipswich, Massachusetts, and author of a quaint book against tolera tion, entitled "The Simple Cobbler of Agawam," written in America and published shortly after its author s arrival in England. The civil war, too, put a stop to further emi gration from England until after the Restoration in 1660. The mass of the Puritan immigration consisted of men of the middle class, artisans and husbandmen, the most useful members of a new colony. But their leaders were clergymen educated at the universities, and especially at Emmanuel College, Cambridge, the great Puritan college ; their civil magistrates were also in great part gentlemen of education and substance, like the elder Winthrop, who The Colonial Period. 19 was learned in law, and Theophilus Eaton, first governor of New Haven, who was a London merchant of good estate. It is computed that there were in New England during the first generation as many university graduates as in any community of equal population in the old country. Almost the first care of the settlers was to establish schools. Every town of fifty families was required by law Common schools in to maintain a common school, and every town of a hun- New England. dred families a grammar or Latin school. In 1636, only sixteen years after the landing of the Pilgrims on Plymouth Rock, Harvard College was founded at Newtown, whose Harvard name was thereupon changed to Cambridge, the General College, 1636. Court held at Boston on September 8, 1630, having already advanced 400 "by way of essay towards the building of something to begin a college." "An university," says Mather, "which hath been to these plantations, for the good literature there cultivated, sal Gentium, . . . and a river without the streams whereof these regions would have been mere unwatered places for the devil." By 1701 Harvard had put forth a vigorous offshoot, Yale College, at Yale College, New Haven, the settlers of New Haven and Connecticut 1701. plantations having increased sufficiently to need a college at their own doors. A printing-press was set up at Cam- The first bridge in 1639, which was under the oversight of the printing-press, university authorities, and afterward of licensers appointed by the civil power. The press was no more free in Massa chusetts than in Virginia, and that " liberty of unlicensed printing" for which the Puritan Milton had pleaded in his " Areopagitica," in 1644, was unknown in Puritan New England until some twenty years before the outbreak of the Revolutionary War. "The Freeman s Oath" and an almanac were issued from the Cambridge press in 1639, and in 1640 the first English book printed in America, a collection of the psalms in meter, made by various minis- 20 Initial Studies in American Letters. " The Bay Psalm Book. John Eliot s Indian Bible. Puritan in tolerance. ters, and known as "The Bay Psalm Book." The poetry of this version was worse, if possible, than that of Stern- hold and Hopkins s famous rendering ; but it is note worthy that one of the principal translators was that devoted "Apostle to the Indians," the Rev. John Eliot, who, in 1661-63, translated the Bible into the Algonquin tongue. Eliot hoped and toiled a lifetime for the con version of those "salvages," "tawnies," "devil-worship ers," for whom our early writers have usually nothing but bad words. They have been destroyed instead of con verted ; but his (so entitled) "Mamusse Wunneetupana- tamwe Up-Biblum God naneeswe Nukkone Testament kah ivonk Wusku Testament" the first Bible printed in America remains a monument of missionary zeal and a work of great value to students of the Indian languages. A modern writer has said that, to one looking back on the history of old New England, it seems as though the sun shone but dimly there, and the landscape was always dark and wintry. Such is the impression which one carries away from the perusal of books like Bradford s and Winthrop s Journals, or Mather s "Wonders of the Invisible World" an impression of gloom, of night and cold, of mysterious fears besieging the infant settle ments scattered in a narrow fringe " between the groaning forest and the shore." The Indian terror hung over New England for more than half a century, or until the issue of King Philip s War, in 1676, relieved the colonists of any danger of a general massacre. Added to this were the perplexities caused by the earnest resolve of the settlers to keep their New England Eden free from the intrusion of the serpent in the shape of heretical sects in religion. The puritanism of Massachusetts was an orthodox and conserv ative puritanism. The later and more grotesque out-crops of the movement in the old England found no toleration The Colonial Period. 21 iu the new. But these refugees for conscience sake were compelled in turn to persecute Antinomians, Separatists, Familists, Libertines, Anti-pedobaptists, and later, Quakers, and still later, Enthusiasts, who swarmed into their pre cincts and troubled the churches with " prophesy ings " and novel opinions. Some of these were banished, others were flogged or imprisoned, and a few were put to death. Of the exiles the most noteworthy was Roger Williams, an impetuous, warm-hearted man, who was so far in ad vance of his age as to deny the power of the civil magis trate in cases of conscience, or who, in other words, main- Roger tained the modern doctrine of the separation of church and state. Williams was driven away from the Massachusetts colony where he had been minister of the church at Salem and with a few followers fled into the southern wilderness and settled at Providence. There, and in the neighboring plantation of Rhode Island, for which he ob tained a charter, he established his patriarchal rule and gave freedom of worship to all comers. Williams was a prolific writer on theological subjects, the most important of his writings being, perhaps, his " Bloody Tenent of Per secution," 1644, and a supplement to the same called out by a reply to the former work from the pen of Mr. John Cot ton, minister of the First Church at Boston, entitled " The John Cotton. Bloody Tenent Washed and made White in the Blood of the Lamb." Williams was also a friend to the Indians, whose lands, he thought, should not be taken from them without payment, and he anticipated Eliot by writing, in 1643, a "Key into the Language of America." Although at odds with the theology of Massachusetts Bay, Williams remained in correspondence with Wiuthrop and others in Boston, by whom he was highly esteemed. He visited England in 1643 and 1652, and made the acquaintance of John Milton. Initial Studies in American Letters. Besides the threat of an Indian war and their anxious concern for the purity of the gospel in their churches, the superstitions colonists were haunted by superstitious forebodings of the England. darkest kind. It seemed to them that Satan, angered by the setting up of the kingdom of the saints in America, had come down in great wrath, and was present among them, sometimes even in visible shape, to terrify and tempt. Special providences and unusual phenomena, like earth quakes, mirages, and the northern lights, are gravely re corded by Winthrop and Mather and others as portents of supernatural persecutions. Thus Mrs. Anne Hutchinson, the celebrated leader of the Familists, having, according to rumor, been delivered of a monstrous birth, the Rev. John Cotton, in open assembly, at Boston, upon a lecture day, "thereupon gathered that it might signify her error in denying inherent righteousness." "There will be an un usual range of the devil among us," wrote Mather, " a little before the second coming of our Lord. The evening wolves will be much abroad when we are near the evening of the world." This belief culminated in the horrible craft delusion, witchcraft delusion at Salem in 1692, that " spectral puppet play," which, beginning with the malicious pranks of a few children who accused certain uncanny old women and other persons of mean condition and suspected lives of having tormented them with magic, gradually drew into its vortex victims of the highest character, and resulted in the judicial murder of over nineteen people. Many of the possessed pretended to have been visited by the apparition of a little black man, who urged them to inscribe their names in a red book which he carried a sort of muster-roll of those who had forsworn God s service for the devil s. Others testified to having been present at meetings of witches in the forest. It is difficult now to read without contempt the "evidence" which grave justices and The Colonial Period. 23 learned divines considered sufficient to condemn to death men and women of unblemished lives. It is true that the belief in witchcraft was general at that time all over the civilized world, and that sporadic cases of witch-burnings had occurred in different parts of America and Europe. Sir Thomas Browne, in his " Religio Medici," 1635, affirmed his belief in witches, and pronounced those who doubted of them " a sort of atheist." But the superstition came to a head in the Salem trials and executions, and was the more shocking from the general high level of intelligence in the community in which these were held. It would be well if those who lament the decay of " faith " would remember what things were done in New England in the name of faith less than two hundred years ago. It is not wonder ful that to the Massachusetts Puritans of the seventeenth century, the mysterious forest held no beautiful sugges tions ; to them it was simply a grim and hideous wilder ness, whose dark aisles were the ambush of prowling sav ages and the rendezvous of those other "devil-worshipers " who celebrated there a kind of vulgar Walpurgis night. The most important of original sources for the history of the settlement of New England are the Journals of William Bradford, first governor of Plymouth, and John Winthrop, the second governor of Massachusetts, which hold a place corresponding to the writings of Captain John Smith in the Virginia colony, but are much more sober and trustworthy. Bradford s "History of Plymouth William Bradford s Plantation " covers the period from 1620 to 1646. The man- " History of Plymouth." uscript was used by later annalists, but remained unpub lished, as a whole, until 1855, having been lost during the War of the Revolution and recovered long afterward in England. Winthrop s Journal, or "History of New Eng- John Win^ land," begun on shipboard in 1630 and extending to 1649, nai. was not published entire until 1826. It is of equal author- 24 Initial Studies in American Letters. ity with Bradford s, and perhaps, on the whole, the more important of the two, as the colony of Massachusetts Bay, whose history it narrates, greatly outwent Plymouth in wealth and population, though not in priority of settle ment. The interest of Winthrop s Journal lies in the events that it records rather than in any charm in the his torian s manner of recording them. His style is prag matic, and some of the incidents which he gravely notes are trivial to the modern mind, though instructive as to our forefathers way of thinking. For instance, of the year 1632 : "At Watertown there was (in the view of divers witnesses) a great combat between a mouse and a snake, and after a long fight the mouse prevailed and killed the snake. The pastor of Boston, Mr. Wilson, a very sincere, holy man, hearing of it, gave this interpretation : that the snake was the devil, the mouse was a poor, contemptible people, which God had brought hither, which should over come Satan here and dispossess him of his kingdom." The Used by Haw- reader of Winthrop s Journal comes everywhere upon hints thorne, Long fellow, and which the imagination has since shaped into poetry and romance. The germs of many of Longfellow s "New England Tragedies," of Hawthorne s " Maypole of Merry- mount," and "Endicott s Red Cross," and of Whittier s " John Underbill " and " The Familists Hymn " are all to be found in some dry, brief entry of the old Puritan diarist. " Robert Cole, having been oft punished for drunkenness, was now ordered to wear a red D about his neck for a year," to wit, the year 1633, and thereby gave occasion to the greatest American romance, "The Scarlet Letter." The famous apparition of the phantom ship in New Haven The phantom harbor, "upon the top of the poop a man standing with one hand akimbo under his left side, and in his right hand a sword stretched out toward the sea," was first chronicled by Winthrop under the year 1648. This meteorological The Colonial Period. 25 phenomenon took on the dimensions of a full-grown myth some forty years later, as related, with many embellish ments, by Rev. James Pierpont, of New Haven, in a letter to Cotton Mather. Winthrop put great faith in special providences, and among other instances narrates, not with out a certain grim satisfaction, how "the Mary Rose, a ship of Bristol, of about two hundred tons," lying before Charleston, was blown in pieces with her own powder, being twenty-one barrels, wherein the judgment of God appeared, " for the master and company were many of them profane scoffers at us and at the ordinances of re ligion here." Without any effort at dramatic portraiture or character sketching, Winthrop managed in all sim plicity, and by the plain relation of facts, to leave a clear impression of many prominent figures in the first Massa chusetts immigration. In particular there gradually arises from the entries in his diary a very distinct and diverting outline of Captain John Underbill, celebrated in Whit- Captain John tier s poem. He was one of the few professional soldiers who came over with the Puritan fathers, such as John Mason, the hero of the Pequot War, and Miles Standish, whose " Courtship " Longfellow sang. He had seen service in the Low Countries, and in pleading the privilege of his profession "he insisted much upon the liberty which all states do allow to military officers for free speech, etc., and that himself had spoken sometimes as freely to Count Nassau." Captain Underbill gave the colony no end of trouble, both by his scandalous living and his heresies in religion. Having been seduced into Familistical opinions by Mrs. Anne Hutchinson, who was banished for her be liefs, he was had up before the General Court and ques tioned, among other points, as to his own report of the manner of his conversion. " He had lain under a spirit of bondage and a legal way for years, and could get no assur- 26 Initial Studies in American Letters. ance, till, at length, as he was taking a pipe of tobacco, the Spirit set home an absolute promise of free grace with such assurance and joy as he never since doubted of his good estate, neither should he, though he should fall into sin. . . . The Lord s day following he made a speech in the assembly, showing that as the Lord was pleased to convert Paul as he was in persecuting, etc., so he might manifest himself to him as he was taking the moderate use of the creature called tobacco." The gallant captain, being ban ished the colony, betook himself to the falls of the Piscata- quack (Exeter, N. H.), where the Rev. John Wheelwright, another adherent of Mrs. Hutchinson, had gathered a con gregation. Being made governor of this plantation, Un- derhill sent letters to the Massachusetts magistrates, breath ing reproaches and imprecations of vengeance. But mean while it was discovered that he had been living in adul tery at Boston with a young woman whom he had seduced, the wife of a cooper, and the captain was forced to make public confession, which he did with great unction and in a manner highly dramatic. " He came in his worst clothes (being accustomed to take great pride in his bravery and neatness), without a band, in a foul linen cap, and pulled close to his eyes, and standing upon a form, he did, with many deep sighs and abundance of tears, lay open his wicked course." There is a lurking humor in the grave Winthrop s detailed account of Underbill s doings. Win- throp s own personality comes out well in his Journal. Winthro s He was a born leader of men > a conditor imperil, just, character. moderate, patient, wise ; and his narrative gives, upon the whole, a favorable impression of the general prudence and fair-mindedness of the Massachusetts settlers in their dealings with one another, with the Indians, and with the neighboring plantations. Considering our forefathers errand and calling into this The Colonial Period. 27 wilderness, it is not strange that their chief literary staples were sermons and tracts in controversial theology. Multi tudes of these were written and published by the divines Literature of of the first generation, such as John Cotton, Thomas Shep- i a nd colonies ard, John Norton, Peter Bulkley, and Thomas Hooker, the iogfS. the " founder of Hartford, of whom it was finely said that " when he was doing his Master s business he would put a king into his pocket." Nor were their successors in the second or the third generation any less industrious and prolific. They rest from their labors and their works do follow them. Their sermons and theological treatises are not literature : they are for the most part dry, heavy, and dogmatic, but they exhibit great learning, logical acute- ness, and an earnestness which sometimes rises into elo quence. The pulpit ruled New England, and the sermon was the great intellectual engine of the time. The serious Sermons - thinking of the Puritans was given almost exclusively to religion ; the other world was all their art. The daily secular events of life, the aspects of nature, the vicissitude of the seasons, were important enough to find record in print only in so far as they manifested God s dealings with his people. So much was the sermon depended upon to furnish literary food that it was the general custom of serious-minded laymen to take down the words of the dis course in their note-books. Franklin, in his " Autobiog raphy," describes this as the constant habit of his grand father, Peter Folger ; and Mather, in his life of the elder Winthrop, says that " tho he wrote not after the preacher, yet such was his attention and such his retention in hear ing, that he repeated unto his family the sermons which he had heard in the congregation." These discourses were commonly of great length ; twice, or sometimes thrice, the pulpit hour-glass was silently inverted while the orator pursued his theme even unto " fourteen thly." 28 Initial Studies in American Letters. Cotton Mather s "Magnalia." Increase Mather s "Illustrious Providences. Style of the " Magnalia." The book which best sums up the life and thought of this old New England of the seventeenth century is Cotton Mather s " Magnalia Christi Americana." Mather was by birth a member of that clerical aristocracy which devel oped later into Dr. Holmes s " Brahmin caste of New England." His maternal grandfather was John Cotton. His father was Increase Mather, the most learned divine of his generation in New England, minister of the North Church of Boston, president of Harvard College, and au thor, inter alia, of that characteristically Puritan book, "An Essay for the Recording of Illustrious Providences." Cotton Mather himself was a monster of erudition and a prodigy of diligence. He was graduated from Harvard at fifteen. He ordered his daily life and conversation by a sys tem of minute observances. He was a book-worm, whose life was spent between his library and his pulpit, and his published works number upward of three hundred and eighty. Of these the most important is the " Magnalia," 1702, an ecclesiastical history of New England from 1620 to 1698, divided into seven parts : I. Antiquities ; II. Lives of the Governors ; III. Lives of Sixty Famous Divines ; IV. A History of Harvard College, with biographies of its eminent graduates ; V. Acts and Monuments of the Faith ; VI. Wonderful Providences ; VII. The Wars of the Lord that is, an account of the Afflictions and Disturbances of the Churches and the Conflicts with the Indians. The plan of the work thus united that of Fuller s "Worthies of England" and "Church His tory" with that of Wood s "Athense Oxonienses " and Fox s "Book of Martyrs." Mather s prose was of the kind which the English Com monwealth writers used. He was younger by a generation than Dryden ; but, as literary fashions are slower to change in a colony than in the mother-country, that nimble Eng- The Colonial Period. 29 lish which Dryden and the Restoration essayists intro duced had not yet displaced in New England the older manner. Mather wrote in the full and pregnant style of Taylor, Milton, Brown, Fuller, and Burton, a style ponder ous with learning and stiff with allusions, digressions, conceits, anecdotes, and quotations from the Greek and the Latin. A page of the " Magnalia " is almost as richly mottled with italics as one from the "Anatomy of Melan choly," and the quaintness which Mather caught from his favorite Fuller disports itself in textual pun and marginal anagram and the fantastic sub-titles of his books and chap ters. He speaks of Thomas Hooker as having "angled many scores of souls into the kingdom of heaven," ana- grammatizes Mrs. Hutchinson s surname into " the non such " ; and having occasion to speak of Mr. Urian Oakes s election to the presidency of Harvard College, enlarges upon the circumstance as follows : " We all know that Britain knew nothing more famous than their ancient sect of DRUIDS ; the philosophers, Urian Oakes. whose order, they say, was instituted by one Samothes, which is in English as much as to say, an heavenly man. The Celtic name, Deru, for an Oak was that from whence they received their denomination ; as at this very day the Welsh call this tree Drew, and this order of men Derwyddon. But there are no small antiquaries who derive this oaken religion and philosophy from the Oaks of Mamre, where the Patriarch Abraham had as well a dwelling as an altar. That Oaken-Plain and the eminent OAK under which Abraham lodged was extant in the days of Constantine, as Isidore, Jerom, and Sozomen have assured us. Yea, there are shrewd probabilities that Noah himself had lived in this very Oak-plain before him ; for this very place was called pedantry. Ogge, which was the name of Noah, so styled from the Oggyan (subcineritiis panibus) sacrifices, which he did use to Initial Studies in American Letters. offer in this renowned Grove. And it was from this ex ample that the ancients, and particularly that the Druids of the nations, chose oaken retirements for their studies. Reader, let us now, upon another account, behold the stu dents of Harvard College, as a rendezvous of happy Druids, under the influences of so rare a president. But, alas ! our joy must be short-lived, for on July 25, 1681, the stroke of a sudden death felled the tree, " Qui tantum inter caput extulit omnes Quantum lenta solent inter viberna cypressi. Mr. Oakes thus being transplanted into the better world the presidentship was immediately tendered unto Mr. Increase Mather. 11 This will suffice as an example of the bad taste and labo rious pedantry which disfigured Mather s writing. In its substance the book is a perfect thesaurus ; and inasmuch as nothing is unimportant in the history of the beginnings of such a nation as this is and is destined to be, the " Mag- nalia " will always remain a valuable and interesting work. Cotton Mather, born in 1663, was of the second generation of Americans, his grandfather being of the immigration, The Puritan but his father a native of Dorchester, Mass. A comparison of his writings, and of the writings of his contemporaries, with the works of Bradford, Winthrop, Hooker, and others of the original colonists, shows that the simple and heroic faith of the Pilgrims had hardened into formalism and doctrinal rigidity. The leaders of the Puritan exodus, not withstanding their intolerance of errors in belief, were comparatively broad-minded men. They were sharers in a great national movement, and they came over when their cause was warm with the glow of martyrdom and on the eve of its coming triumph at home. After the Restoration, in 1660, the currents of national feeling no longer circulated so freely through this distant member of the body politic, The Colonial Period. 31 and thought in America became more provincial. The English dissenters, though socially at a disadvantage as compared with the Church of England, had the great bene fit of living at the center of national life, and of feeling about them the pressure of vast bodies of people who did not think as they did. In New England, for many gen- isolation of erations, the dominant sect had things all its own way a thought, condition of things which is not healthy for any sect or party. Hence Mather and the divines of his time appear in their writings very much like so many Puritan bishops, jealous of their prerogatives, magnifying their apostolate, and careful to maintain their authority over the laity. Mather had an appetite for the marvelous, and took a lead- Mather s ing part in the witchcraft trials, of which he gave an ac- superstition. count in his "Wonders of the Invisible World," 1693. To the quaint pages of the "Magnalia" our modern authors have resorted as to a collection of romances or fairy tales, naiia" used by Whittier, for example, took from thence the subject of his Hawthorne. poem "The Garrison of Cape Anne"; and Hawthorne embodied in "Grandfather s Chair" the most elaborate of Mather s biographies. This was the life of Sir William Sir William Phipps, who from being a poor shepherd boy in his native Phipps. province of Maine, rose to be the royal governor of Massa chusetts, and the story of whose wonderful adventures in raising the freight of a Spanish ship, sunk on a reef near Port de la Plata, reads less like sober fact than like some ancient fable, with talk of the Spanish main, bullion, and plate and jewels, and " pieces of eight." Of Mather s generation was Samuel Sewall, chief-justice Samuel Sew- of Massachusetts, a singularly gracious and venerable fig- all s Diary. ure, who is intimately known through his Diary, kept from 1673 to 1729. This has been compared with the more famous Diary of Samuel Pepys, which it resembles in its confidential character and the completeness of its self-reve- 32 Initial Studies in American Letters. Sewall s anti- slavery tract. Little general literature among the colonists. lation, but to which it is as much inferior in historic inter est as "the petty province here" was inferior in political and social importance to "Britain far away." For the most part it is a chronicle of small beer, the diarist jotting down the minutiae of his domestic life and private affairs, even to the recording of such haps as this : " March 23, I had my hair cut by G. Barret." But it also affords in structive glimpses of public events, such as King Philip s War, the Quaker troubles, the English Revolution of 1688, etc. It bears about the same relation to New England his tory at the close of the seventeenth century as Bradford s and Winthrop s Journals bear to that of the first generation. Sewall was one of the justices who presided at the trial of the Salem witches ; but for the part which he took in that wretched affair he made such atonement as was possi ble, by open confession of his mistake and his remorse in the presence of the church. Sewall was one of the first writers against African slavery, in his brief tract, "The Selling of Joseph," printed at Boston in 1700. His " Phe nomena Qusedam Apocalyptica, " a mystical interpretation of prophecies concerning the New Jerusalem, which he identifies with America, is remembered only because Whittier, in his " Prophecy of Samuel Sewall," has para phrased one poetic passage which shows a loving observa tion of nature very rare in our colonial writers. Of poetry, indeed, or, in fact, of pure literature, in the narrower sense that is, of the imaginative representation of life there was little or none in the colonial period. There were no novels, no plays, no satires, and until the example of the "Spectator" had begun to work on this side the water no experiments even at the lighter forms of essay-writing, character sketches, and literary criticism. There was verse of a certain kind, but the most gener ous stretch of the term would hardly allow it to be called The Colonial Period. poetry. Many of the early divines of New England relieved their pens, in the intervals of sermon-writing, of epigrams, elegies, eulogistic verses, and similar grave trifles dis tinguished by the crabbed wit of the so-called " metaphys ical poets," whose manner was in fashion when the Puritans left England ; the manner of Donne and Cowley, and those darlings of the New English muse, the "Emblems" of Elegiac verse Quarles and the "Divine Week" of Du Bartas, as trans- land, lated by Sylvester. The "Magnalia" contains a number of these things in Latin and English, and is itself well bol stered with complimentary introductions in meter by the author s friends. For example : COTTONIUS MATHERUS. ANAGRAM. Tuos Tecum Ornasti. " While thus the dead in thy rare pages rise Thine, with thyself thou dost immortalize. To view the odds thy learned lives invite Twixt Eleutherian and Edomite. But all succeeding ages shall despair A fitting monument for thee to rear. Thy own rich pen (peace, silly Momus, peace !) Hath given them a lasting writ of ease." The epitaphs and mortuary verses were especially in genious in the matter of puns, anagrams, and similar con ceits. The death of the Rev. Samuel Stone, of Hartford, afforded an opportunity of this sort not to be missed, and his threnodist accordingly celebrated him as a "whet stone," a " loadstone," an " Ebenezer " " A stone for kingly David s use so fit As would not fail Goliath s front to hit," etc. The most characteristic, popular, and widely circulated poem of colonial New England was Michael Wiggles- Michael Wig- glesworth s worth s "Day of Doom" (1662), a kind of doggerel "In- "Day of Doom." ferno," which went through nine editions, and " was the 34 Initial Studies in American Letters. Jonathan Edwards. "Freedom of the Will." solace," says Lowell, " of every fireside, the flicker of the pine-knots by which it was conned perhaps adding a live lier relish to its premonitions of eternal combustion." Wigglesworth had not the technical equipment of a poet. His verse is sing-song, his language rude and monotonous, and the lurid horrors of his material hell are more likely to move mirth than fear in a modem reader. But there are an unmistakable vigor of imagination and a sincerity of belief in his gloomy poem which hold it far above con tempt, and easily account for its universal currency among a people like the Puritans. One stanza has been often quoted for its grim concession to unregenerate infants of u the easiest room in hell " a limbus infantum which even Origen need not have scrupled at. The most authoritative expounder of New England Cal vinism was Jonathan Edwards (1703-58), a native of Con necticut and a graduate of Yale, who was minister for more than twenty years over the church in Northampton," Mass., afterward missionary to the Stockbridge Indians, and at the time of his death had just been inaugurated president of Princeton College. By virtue of his " Inquiry into the Freedom of the Will," 1754, Edwards holds rank as the subtlest metaphysician of his age. This treatise was composed to justify, on philosophical grounds, the Calvinistic doctrines of foreordination and election by grace, though its arguments are curiously coincident with those of the scientific necessitarians, whose conclusions are as far asunder from Edwards s " as from the center thrice to the utmost pole." His writings belong to theology rather than to literature, but there is an intensity and a spiritual elevation about them, apart from the profundity and acuteuess of the thought, which lift them here and there into the finer ether of purely emotional or imagina tive art. He dwelt rather upon the terrors than the com- The Colonial Period. 35 fort of the word, and his chosen themes were the dogmas of predestination, original sin, total depravity, and eternal punishment. The titles of his sermons are significant : Edwards s "Men Naturally God s Enemies," "Wrath upon the Wicked to the Uttermost," "The Final Judgment," etc. "A natural man," he wrote in the first of these discourses, " has a heart like the heart of a devil. . . . The heart of a natural man is as destitute of love to God as a dead, stiff, cold corpse is of vital heat." Perhaps the most famous of Edwards s sermons was " Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God," preached at Enfield, Conn., July 8, 1741, "at a time of great awakenings," and upon the ominous text, Their foot shall slide in due time. " The God that holds you over the pit of hell," runs an oft-quoted passage from this pow erful denunciation of the wrath to come, " much as one holds a spider or some loathsome insect over, the fire, ab hors you, and is dreadfully provoked. . . . You are ten thousand times more abominable in his eyes than the most hateful venomous serpent is in ours. . . . You hang by a slender thread, with the flames of divine wrath flashing about it. ... If you cry to God to pity you he will be so far from pitying you in your doleful case that he will only tread you under foot. . . . He will crush out your blood and make it fly, and it shall be sprinkled on his gar ments so as to stain all his raiment." But Edwards was a rapt soul, possessed with the love as well as the fear of the God, and there are passages of sweet and exalted feeling in his "Treatise concerning Religious Affections," 1746. 4< Treati s e Such is his portrait of Sarah Pierpont, "a young lady in g^g^* New Haven," who afterward became his wife and who Affections." " will sometimes go about from place to place singing sweetly, and no one knows for what. She loves to be alone, walking in the fields and groves, and seems to have some one invisible always conversing with her." Ed- Initial Studies in American Letters. Edwards s prose com pared with Mather s. Benjamin Franklin. The primal Yankee. wards s printed works number thirty-six titles. A com plete edition of them in ten volumes was published in 1829 by his great-grandson, Sereno D wight. The memoranda from Edwards s note-books, quoted by his editor and biog rapher, exhibit a remarkable precocity. Even as a school boy and a college student he had made deep guesses in physics as well as metaphysics, and, as might have been predicted of a youth of his philosophical insight and ideal cast of mind, he had early anticipated Berkeley in denying the existence of matter. In passing from Mather to Ed wards we step from the seventeenth to the eighteenth cen tury. There is the same difference between them in style and turn of thought as between Milton and Locke, or be tween Fuller and Dryden. The learned digressions, the witty conceits, the perpetual interlarding of the text with scraps of Latin, have fallen off, even as the full-bottomed wig and the clerical gown and bands have been laid aside for the undistinguishing dress of the modern minister. In Edwards s English all is simple, precise, direct, and business-like. Benjamin Franklin (1706-90), who was strictly contem porary with Edwards, was a contrast to him in every respect. As Edwards represents the spirituality and other worldliness of puritanism, Franklin stands for the worldly and secular side of American character, and he illustrates the development of the New England Englishman into the modern Yankee. Clear rather than subtle, without ideality or romance or fineness of emotion or poetic lift, in tensely practical and utilitarian, broad-minded, inventive, shrewd, versatile, Franklin s sturdy figure became typical of his time and his people. He was the first and the only man of letters in colonial America who acquired a cosmo politan fame and impressed his characteristic Americanism upon the mind of Europe. He was the embodiment of The Colonial Period. 37 common sense and of the useful virtues, with the enterprise but without the nervousness of his modern compatriots, uniting the philosopher s openness of mind to the sagacity and quickness of resource of the self-made business man. He was representative also of his age, an age of aufklarung, eclaircissement, or "clearing up." By the middle of the eighteenth century a change had taken place in American Growth of in- society. Trade had increased between the different col onies ; Boston, New York, and Philadelphia were consid- co?on\es! he erable towns ; democratic feeling was spreading ; over forty newspapers were published in America at the outbreak of the Revolution ; politics claimed more attention than for merly, and theology less. With all this intercourse and mutual reaction of the various colonies upon one another, theocracy. the isolated theocracy of New England naturally relaxed somewhat of its grip on the minds of the laity. When Franklin was a printer s apprentice in Boston, setting type on his brother s New England Courant, the fourth Amer ican newspaper, he got hold of an odd volume of the "Spectator," and formed his style upon Addison, whose manner he afterward imitated in his " Busybody " papers in the Philadelphia Weekly Mercury. He also read Locke and the English deistical writers, Collins and Shaftesbury, and became himself a deist and free-thinker ; and subse quently when practicing his trade in London, in 1724-26, he made the acquaintance of Dr. Mandeville, author of the " Fable of the Bees," at a pale-ale house in Cheapside, called "The Horns," where the famous free-thinker pre sided over a club of wits and boon companions. Though a native of Boston, Franklin is identified with Philadel phia, w^hither he arrived in 1723, a runaway prentice boy, "whose stock of cash consisted of a Dutch dollar and about a shilling in copper." The description in his " Autobiog raphy " of his walking up Market Street munching a loaf 38 Initial Studies in American Letters. Franklin s practical spirit. His public services. Political and achievements of bread, and passing his future wife, standing on her father s doorstep, has become almost as familiar as the an ecdote about Whittington and his cat. It was in the practical sphere that Franklin was greatest, as an originator and executor of projects for the general welfare. The list of his public services is almost endless. He organized the Philadelphia fire department and street- cleaning service, and the colonial postal system which grew into the United States Post-office Department. He started the Philadelphia public library, the American Phil osophical Society, the University of Pennsylvania, and the first American magazine, The General Magazine and His torical Chronicle; so that he was almost singly the father of whatever intellectual life the Pennsylvania colony could boast. In 1754, when commissioners from the colonies met at Albany, Franklin proposed a plan, which was adopted, for the union of all the colonies under one government. But all these things, as well as his mission to England in 1757, on behalf of the Pennsylvania Assembly in its dis pute with the proprietaries ; his share in the Declaration of Independence, of which he was one of the signers ; and his residence in France as ambassador of the United Colo- nies> belon S to the political history of the country ; to the ^^ s ^ orv ^ American science belong his celebrated experi ments in electricity ; and his benefits to mankind in both of these departments were aptly summed up in the famous epigram of the French statesman Turgot : " Eripuit ccelo fulmen, sceptrumque tyrannis." Franklin s success in Europe was such as no American had yet achieved, as few Americans since him have achieved. Hume and Voltaire were among his acquaint ances and his professed admirers. In France he was fairly idolized, and when he died Mirabeau announced, "The genius which has freed America and poured a flood of light The Colonial Period. 39 over Europe has returned to the bosom, of the Divinity." Franklin was a great man, but hardly a great writer, though as a writer, too, he had many admirable and some great qualities. Among these were the crystal clearness and simplicity of his style. His more strictly literary per formances, such as his essays after the " Spectator," hardly rise above mediocrity, and are neither better nor worse than Influence of Addison on other imitations of Addison. But in some of his lighter Franklin s bagatelles there are a homely wisdom and a charming play fulness which have won them enduring favor. Such are his famous story of the " Whistle," his " Dialogue between Franklin and the Gout," his letters to Madame Helvetius, and his verses entitled "Paper." The greater portion of his writings consists of papers on general politics, com merce, and political economy, contributions to the public Journalistic questions of his day. These are of the nature of journalism rather than of literature, and many of them were published in his newspaper, the Pennsylvania Gazette, the medium through which for many years he most strongly influenced American opinion. The most popular of his writings were his "Autobiography" and "Poor Richard s Almanac." Frank ] in S The former of these was begun in 1771, resumed in. 1788, but never completed. It has remained the most widely current book in our colonial literature. " Poor Richard s Almanac," begun in 1732 and continued for about twenty- five years, had an annual circulation of ten thousand nac -" copies. It was filled with proverbial sayings in prose and verse, inculcating the virtues of industry, honesty, and frugality.* Some of these were original with Franklin, oth ers were selected from the proverbial wisdom of the ages, but a new force was given them by pungent turns of expression. *"The Way to Wealth," "Plan for Saving One Hundred Thousand Pounds," " Rules of Health," " Advice to a Young Tradesman," " The Way to Make Money Plenty in Every Man s Pocket," etc. 40 Initial Studies in American Letters. Poor Richard s saws were such as these : " Little strokes fell great oaks" ; "Three removes are as bad as a fire" ; "Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise"; "Never leave that till to-morrow which you can do to-day" ; "What maintains one vice would bring up two children " ; "It is hard for an empty bag to stand upright." Now and then there are truths of a higher kind than these in Franklin, and Sainte-Beuve, the great French critic, quotes, as an example of his occasional finer moods, the saying, " Truth and sincerity have a certain distin- gufehing native luster about them which cannot be coun terfeited ; they are like fire and flame that cannot be painted." But the sage who invented the Franklin stove had no disdain of small utilities ; and in general the last word of his philosophy is well expressed in a passage of Thephiioso- his "Autobiography": "Human felicity is produced not mon sense. so much by great pieces of good fortune, that seldom hap pen, as by little advantages that occur every day : thus, if you teach a poor young man to shave himself and keep his razor in order, you may contribute more to the happi ness of his life than in giving him a thousand guineas." 1. CAPTAIN JOHN SMITH : "A True Relation of Vir ginia." Deane s edition. Boston : 1866. 2. COTTON MATHER: "Magnalia Christi Americana." Hartford: 1820. 3. SAMUEL, SE WALL : "Diary." Massachusetts Historical Collections, fifth series. Vols. V.-VII. Boston : 1878. 4. JONATHAN EDWARDS: "Eight Sermons on Various Occasions." Vol. VII. of Edwards s Works. Edited by Sereno Dwight. New York : 1829. 5. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN : "Autobiography." Edited by John Bigelow. Philadelphia : 1869. The Colonial Period. 41 6. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN :" Essays and Bagatelles." Vol. II. of Franklin s Works. Edited by Jared Sparks. Boston : 1836. 7. MOSES COIT TYLER: U A History of American Lit erature," 1607-1765. New York: 1878. CHAPTER II. THE REVOLUTIONARY PERIOD 1765-1815. IT WILL be convenient to treat the fifty years which elapsed between the meeting at New York, in 1765, of a congress of delegates from, nine colonies to protest against the Stamp Act, and the close of the second war with Eng land, in 1815, as, for literary purposes, a single period. This half century was the formative era of the American nation. Historically, it is divisible into the years of revo lution and the years of construction. But the men who led the movement for independence were also, in great part, the same who guided in shaping the constitution of the new republic, and the intellectual impress of the whole period is one and the same. The character of the age was Literature of as distinctly political as that of the colonial era in New the revolu tionary period England at least was theological ; and literature must litical. still continue to borrow its interest from history. Pure literature, or what, for want of a better term, we call belles-lettres, was not born in America until the nineteenth century was well under way. It is true that the Revo lution had its humor, its poetry, and even its fiction ; but these were strictly for the home market. They hardly penetrated the consciousness of Europe at all, and are not to be compared with the contemporary work of English authors like Cowper and Sheridan and Burke. Their im portance for us to-day is rather antiquarian than literary, though the most noteworthy of them will be mentioned in due course in the present chapter. It is also true that 42 Revolutionary Period. 43 one or two of Irving s early books fall within the last years of the period now under consideration. But literary epochs overlap one another at the edges, and these writ ings may best be postponed to a subsequent chapter. Among the most characteristic products of the intellect ual stir that preceded and accompanied the revolutionary movement were the speeches of political orators like Samuel Adams, James Otis, and Josiak Quincy, in Mass achusetts, and Patrick Henry in Virginia. Oratory is the Political ora- art of a free people, and as in the forensic assemblies of ry Greece and Rome and in the Parliament of Great Britain, so in the conventions and Congresses of revolutionary America it sprang up and nourished naturally. The age, moreover, was an eloquent, not to say a rhetorical age ; and the influence of Johnson s orotund prose, of the de clamatory "Letters of Junius," and of the speeches of Burke, Fox, Sheridan, and the elder Pitt is perceptible in the debates of our early Congresses. The fame of a great orator, like that of a great actor, is largely traditionary. The spoken word transferred to the printed page loses the glow which resided in the man and the moment. A speech is good if it attains its aim, if it moves the hearers to the end which is sought. But the fact that this end is often temporary and occasional, rather than universal and permanent, explains why so few speeches are really litera ture. If this is true, even where the words of an orator are preserved exactly as they were spoken, it is doubly true when we have only the testimony of contemporaries as to the effect which the oration produced. The fiery utterances of Adams, Otis, and Quincy were either not re ported at all or very imperfectly reported, so that posterity can judge of them, only at second hand. Patrick Henry has fared better, many of his orations being preserved in Henry k substance, if not in the letter, in Wirt s biography. Of these 44 Initial Studies in American Letters. the most famous was the defiant speech iu the Convention of Delegates, March 28, 1775, throwing down the gauge of battle to the British ministry. The ringing sentences of this challenge are still declaimed by schoolboys, and many of them remain as familiar as household words. " I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. . . . Gentlemen may cry Speech in the peace, peace, but there is no peace. . . . Is life so dear, Convention of . -,,-,* Delegates, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price or chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God ! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death !" The eloquence of Patrick Henry was fervid rather than weighty or rich. But if such specimens of the oratory of the American patriots as have come down to us fail to account for the wonderful impression that their words are said to have produced upon their fellow-countrymen, we should remember that they are at a disadvantage when read instead of heard. The imagination should supply all those accessories which gave them vitality when first pronounced the living pres ence and voice of the speaker ; the listening Senate ; the grave excitement of the hour and of the impending con flict. The wordiness and exaggeration ; the highly latin ized diction ; the rhapsodies about freedom which hun dreds of Fourth-of-July addresses have since turned into platitudes all these coming hot from the lips of men whose actions in the field confirmed the earnestness of their speech were effective in the crisis and for the purpose to which they were addressed. The press was an agent in the cause of liberty no less potent than the platform, and patriots such as Adams, Otis, The patriot Quincy, Warren, and Hancock wrote constantly, for r the newspapers, essays and letters on the public questions of the The Revolutionary Period. 45 time signed "Vindex," "Hyperion," "Independent," " Brutus," "Cassius," and the like, and couched in language which to the taste of to-day seems rather over-rhetorical. Among the most important of these political essays were the "Circular Letter to each Colonial Legislature," pub lished by Adams and Otis in 1768, Quincy s " Observa- g amue i tions on the Boston Port Bill," 1774, and Otis s "Rights Adams - of the British Colonies," a pamphlet of one hundred and twenty pages, printed in 1764. No collection of Otis s j ames otis. writings has ever been made. The life of Quincy, pub- josiah lished by his son, preserves for posterity his journals and <oiuincy - correspondence, his newspaper essays, and his speeches at the bar, taken from the Massachusetts law reports. Among the political literature which is of perennial in terest to the American people are such state documents as the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution of the United States, and the messages, inaugural addresses, and other writings of our early presidents. Thomas Jefferson, Thomas Jeffer- the third president of the United States, and the father of Declaration the Democratic party, was the author of the Declaration of ence! 6J Independence, whose opening sentences have become com monplaces in the memory of all readers. One sentence in particular has been as a shibboleth, or war-cry, or declaration of faith among Democrats of all shades of opinion : " We hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are cre ated equal ; that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights ; that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness." Not so familiar to modern readers is the following, which an English historian of our literature calls " the most eloquent clause of that great doc ument," and "the most interesting suppressed passage in American literature." Jefferson was a southerner, but even at that early day the South had grown sensitive on the subject of slavery, and Jefferson s arraignment of King 46 Initial Studies in American Letters. The sup pressed passage. Early utter ances on the slavery ques tion. John Ran dolph of Roanoke. George for promoting the "peculiar institution " was left out from the final draft of the Declaration in deference to southern members. "He has waged cruel war against human nature itself, violating its most sacred rights of life and liberty, in the persons of a distant people who never offended him, cap tivating and carrying them into slavery in another hemi sphere, or to incur miserable death in their transportation thither. This piratical warfare, the opprobrium of infidel powers, is the warfare of the Christian king of Great Britain. Determined to keep open a market where men should be bought and sold, he has prostituted his negative by suppressing every legislative attempt to restrain this ex- .ecrable commerce. And, that this assemblage of horrors might want no fact of distinguished dye, he is now exciting those very people to rise in arms against us and purchase that liberty of which he deprived them by murdering the people upon whom he obtruded them, and thus paying off former crimes committed against the liberties of one peo ple by crimes which he urges them to commit against the lives of another." The tone of apology or defense which Calhoun and other southern statesmen afterward adopted on the subject of slavery was not taken by the men of Jefferson s generation. Another famous Virginian, John Randolph of Roanoke, himself a slave-holder, in his speech on the militia bill in the House of Representatives, December 10, 1811, said : "I speak from facts when I say that the night-bell never tolls for fire in Richmond that the mother does not hug her in fant more closely to her bosom." This was said apropos of the danger of a servile insurrection in the event of a war with England a war which actually broke out in the year following, but was not attended with the slave-rising which Randolph predicted. Randolph was a thoroughgoing The Revolutionary Period. 47 "state rights" man, and, though opposed to slavery 011 principle, he cried "Hands off!" to any interference by the general government with the domestic institutions of the states. His speeches read better than most of his con temporaries . They are interesting in their exhibit of a bitter and eccentric individuality ; witty, incisive, and ex pressed in a pungent and familiar style which contrasts re freshingly with the diplomatic language and glittering generalities of most congressional oratory, whose verbiage seems to keep its subject always at arm s-length. Another noteworthy writing of Jefferson s was his In augural Address of March 4, 1801, with its program of " equal and exact justice to all men, of whatever state or Add persuasion, religious or political ; peace, commerce, and honest friendship with all nations, entangling alliances with none ; the support of the state governments in all their rights ; . . . absolute acquiescence in the decisions of the majority ; . . . the supremacy of the civil over the military authority ; economy in the public expense ; freedom of religion, freedom of the press, and freedom of person under the protection of the habeas corpus, and trial by juries impartially selected." During his six years residence in France, as American minister, Jefferson had become indoctrinated with the French principles of French democracy. His main service and that democrac y- of his party the Democratic, or, as it was then called, the Republican party to the young republic was in its insist ence upon toleration of all beliefs, and upon the freedom of the individual from all forms of governmental restraint. Jefferson has some claims to rank as an author in general literature. Educated at William and Mary College in the old Virginia capital, Williamsburg, he became the founder of the University of Virginia, in which he made special TtoUnive provision for the study of Anglo-Saxon, and in which the ginia, 1819. 48 Initial Studies in American Letters. liberal scheme of instruction and discipline was conformed, Jefferson s in theory, at least, to the " university idea." His "Notes Virginia." on Virginia " are not without literary quality, and one de scription, in particular, has been often quoted the passage of the Potomac through the Blue Ridge in which is this poetically imaginative touch : " The mountain being cloven asunder, she presents to your eye, through the cleft, a small catch of smooth blue horizon, at an infinite distance in the plain country, inviting you, as it were, from the riot and tumult roaring around, to pass through the breach and par ticipate of the calm below." After the conclusion of peace with England, in 1783, political discussion centered about the constitution, which constitution, in 1788 took the place of the looser Articles of Confederation adopted in 1778. The constitution as finally ratified was a compromise between two parties the Federalists, who wanted a strong central government, and the Anti-Feder als (afterward called Republicans, or Democrats), who wished to preserve state sovereignty. The debates on the adoption of the constitution, both in the general conven tion of the states, which met at Philadelphia in 1787, and in the separate state conventions called to ratify its action, form a valuable body of comment and illustration upon the instrument itself. One of the most notable of the speeches in opposition was Patrick Henry s address before the Virginia Convention. " That this is a consolidated government," . he said, " is demonstrably clear ; and the danger of such a government is, to my mind, very striking." The leader of Alexander the Federal party was Alexander Hamilton, the ablest con- Hamilton. structive intellect among the statesmen of our revolution ary era, of whom Talleyrand said that he " had never known his equal "; whom Guizot classed with "the men who have best known the vital principles and fundamental conditions of a government worthy of its name and mis- ALEXANDER HAMILTON. THOMAS PAINE. THOMAS JEFFERSON. CHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN. The Revolutionary Period. 49 sion." Hamilton s speech " On the Expediency of Adopt ing the Federal Constitution," delivered in the Convention of New York, June 24, 1788, was a masterly statement of the necessity and advantages of the Union. But the most complete exposition of the constitutional philosophy of the Federal party was the series of eighty-five papers entitled "The Federalist," printed during the years 1787-88, and ltrr . , J_ nG .r Gdcr mostly in the Independent Journal of New York, over the alist." signature " Publius." These were the work of Hamilton, of John Jay, afterward chief-justice, and of James Madi son, afterward president of the United States. The " Fed eralist" papers, though written in a somewhat ponderous diction, are among the great landmarks of American his tory, and were in themselves a political education to the generation that read them. Hamilton was a brilliant and versatile figure, a persuasive orator, a forcible writer, and as secretary of the treasury under Washington the fore most of American financiers. He was killed in a duel by Aaron Burr, at Weehawken, in 1804. The Federalists were victorious, and under the provisions of the new constitution George Washington was inaugu rated first president of the United States, on March 4, 1789. Washington s writings have been collected by Jared Sparks. They consist of journals, letters, messages, ad dresses, and public documents, for the most part plain and business-like in manner, and without any literary pretensions. The most elaborate and the best known of them is his " Farewell Address," issued upon his retire- Wasllin ton , s ment from the presidency in 1796. In the composition ^dress*" 1 of this he was assisted by Madison, Hamilton, and Jay. It is wise in substance and dignified, though some what stilted in expression. The correspondence of John John Adams s Adams, second president of the United States, and his respondence. Diary, kept from 1755-85, should also be mentioned as 50 Initial Studies in American Letters. Federalists and Demo crats. Hartford Con vention. Fisher Ames. important sources for a full knowledge of this period. In the long life-and-death struggle of Great Britain against the French Republic and its successor, Napoleon Bonaparte, the Federalist party in this country naturally sympathized with England, and the Jeffersonian democ racy with France. The Federalists, who distrusted the sweeping abstractions of the French Revolution and clung to the conservative notions of a checked and balanced freedom, inherited from English precedent, were accused of monarchical and aristocratic leanings. On their side they were not slow to accuse their adversaries of French atheism and French Jacobinism. By a singular reversal of the nat ural order of things, the strength of the Federalist party was in New England, which was socially democratic, while the strength of the Jeffersonians was in the South, whose social structure owing to the system of slavery was intensely aristocratic. The War of 1812 with England was so unpopular in New England, by reason of the injury which it threatened to inflict on its commerce, that the Hartford Convention of 1814 was more than suspected of a design to bring about the secession of New England from the Union. A good deal of oratory was called out by the debates on the commercial treaty with Great Britain nego tiated by Jay in 1795, by the Alien and Sedition Law of 1798, and by other pieces of Federalist legislation, previous to the downfall of that party and the election of Jefferson to the presidency in 1800. The best of the Federalist ora tors during those years was Fisher Ames, of Massachusetts, and the best of his orations was, perhaps, his speech on the British treaty in the House of Representatives, April 18, 1796. The speech was, in great measure, a protest against American chauvinism and the violation of interna tional obligations. u It has been said the world ought to rejoice if Britain was sunk in the sea ; if where there are The Revolutionary Period. 51 now men and wealth and laws and liberty there was no more than a sand-bank for sea-monsters to fatten on ; space for the storms of the ocean to mingle in conflict. . . . Speech on the British What is patriotism ? Is it a narrow affection for the spot treaty, 1796. where a man was born? Are the very clods where we tread entitled to this ardent preference because they are greener ? ... I see no exception to the respect that is paid among nations to the law of good faith. . . . It is observed by barbarians a whiff of tobacco smoke or a string of beads gives not merely binding force but sanctity to treaties. Even in Algiers a truce may be bought for money, but, when ratified, even Algiers is too wise or too just to disown and annul its obligation." Ames was a scholar, and his speeches are more finished and thoughtful, more literary, in a way, than those of his contemporaries. His eulogiums on Washington and Hamilton are elaborate tributes, rather excessive, perhaps, in laudation and in classical allusions. In. all the oratory of the revolutionary period there is nothing equal in deep and condensed en ergy of feeling to the single clause in Lincoln s Gettysburg Address, " that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain." A prominent figure during and after the War of the Rev olution was Thomas Paine, or, as he was somewhat disre- Thomas spectfully called, " Tom Paine." He was a dissenting min- Paine, ister who, conceiving himself ill-treated by the British government, came to Philadelphia in 1774 and threw him self heart and soul into the colonial cause. His pamphlet, "Common Sense," issued in 1776, began with the famous <<Common words, "These are the times that try men s souls." This Sense." was followed by " The Crisis," a series of political essays advocating independence and the establishment of a repub lic, published in periodical form, though at irregular in tervals. Paine s rough and vigorous advocacy was of great 52 Initial Studies in American Letters. " Rights of Man." "Age of Reason. Paine s deism. Free-thinkers among Amer ican patriots. service to the American patriots. His writings were pop ular and his arguments were of a kind easiiy understood by plain people, addressing themselves to the common sense, the prejudices and passions of unlettered readers. He afterward went to France and took an active part in the popular movement there, crossing swords with Burke in his " Rights of Man," 1791-92, written in defense of the French Revolution. He was one of the two foreigners who sat in the Convention ; but falling under suspicion during the days of the Terror, he was committed to the prison of the Luxemburg and only released upon the fall of Robespierre, July 27, 1794. While in prison he wrote a portion of his best-known work, " The Age of Reason." This appeared in two parts in 1794 and 1795, the manuscript of the first part having been intrusted to Joel Barlow, the American poet, who happened to be in Paris when Paine was sent to prison. "The Age of Reason" damaged Paine s reputation in America, where the name of "Tom Paine" became a stench in the nostrils of the godly, and a synonym for athe ism and blasphemy. His book was denounced from a hun dred pulpits, and copies of it were carefully locked away from the sight of "the young," whose religious beliefs it might undermine. It was, in effect, a crude and popular statement of the deistic argument against Christianity. What the cutting logic and persiflagethe sourire hideux of Voltaire had done in France, Paine, with coarser ma terials, essayed to do for the English-speaking populations. Deism was in the air of the time ; Franklin, Jefferson, Ethan Allen, Joel Barlow , and other prominent Americans were openly or unavowedly deistic. Free thought, some how, went along with democratic opinions, and was a part of the liberal movement of the age. Paine was a man without reverence, imagination, or religious feeling. He The Revolutionary Period. 53 was no scholar, and he was not troubled by any perception of the deeper and subtler aspects of the questions which he touched. In his examination of the Old and New Testa- ments he insisted that the Bible was an imposition and a forgery, full of lies, absurdities, and obscenities. Super natural Christianity, with all its mysteries and miracles, was a fraud practiced by priests upon the people, and churches were instruments of oppression in the hands of tyrants. This way of accounting for Christianity would / not now be accepted by even the most " advanced " think ers. The contest between skepticism and revelation has long since shifted to other grounds. Both the philosophy and the temper of " The Age of Reason " belong to the eighteenth century. But Paine s downright pugnacious method of attack was effective with shrewd, half-educated doubters ; and in America well-thumbed copies of his book passed from hand to hand in many a rural tavern or store, where the village atheist wrestled in debate with the deacon or the schoolmaster. Paine rested his argument against Christianity upon the familiar grounds of the in credibility of miracles, the falsity of prophecy, the cruelty or immorality of Moses and David and other Old Testa ment worthies, the disagreement of the evangelists in their gospels, etc. The spirit of his book and his competence as a critic are illustrated by his saying of the New Testa ment : "Any person who could tell a story of an appari tion, or of a man s walking, could have made such books, Paine s for the story is most wretchedly told. The sum total of a parson s learning is a-6, 6, and Az c, hcec, hoc, and this is more than sufficient to have enabled them, had they lived at the time, to have written all the books of the New Testament." When we turn from the political and controversial writ ings of the Revolution to such lighter literature as existed, 54 Initial Studies in American Letters. General liter ature of the period unim portant. English mod els followed. William Livingston. John Trumbull s "McFingal." we find little that would deserve mention in a more crowded period. The few things in this kind that have kept afloat on the current of time rari nantes in gurgite vasto attract attention rather by reason of their fewness than of any special excellence that they have. During the eighteenth century American literature continued to ac commodate itself to changes of taste in the old country. The so-called classical or Augustan writers of the reign of Queen Anne replaced other models of style ; " The Spec tator " set the fashion of almost all of our lighter prose, from Franklin s " Busybody " down to the time of Irving, who perpetuated the Addisonian tradition later than any English writer. The influence of Locke, of Dr. Johnson, and of the parliamentary orators has already been men tioned. In poetry the example of Pope was dominant, so that we find, for example, William Livingston, who be came governor of New Jersey and a member of the Conti nental Congress, writing in 1747 a poem on " Philosophic Solitude " which reproduces the tricks of Pope s antitheses and climaxes with the imagery of the " Rape of the Lock," and the didactic morality of the " Imitations from Horace and the " Moral Essays " : " Let ardent heroes seek renown in arms, Pant after fame and rush to war s alarms ; To shining palaces let fools resort, And dunces cringe to be esteemed at court. Mine be the pleasure of a rural life, From noise remote and ignorant of strife, Far from the painted belle and white-gloved beau, The lawless masquerade and midnight show ; From ladies, lap-dogs, courtiers, garters, stars, Fops, fiddlers, tyrants, emperors, and czars." The most popular poem of the revolutionary period was John Trumbull s "McFingal," published in part at Phila delphia in 1775, and in complete shape at Hartford in 1782. It went through more than thirty editions in America, and The Revolutionary Period. 55 was several times reprinted in England. " McFingal " was a satire in four cantos, directed against the American loyal ists, and modeled quite closely upon Butler s mock heroic poem, "Hudibras." As Butler s hero sallies forth to put down May games and bear-baitings, so the Tory McFingal goes out against the liberty poles and bonfires of the patri ots, but is tarred and feathered, and otherwise ill-entreated, and finally takes refuge in the camp of General Gage at Boston. The poem is written with smartness and vivacity, attains often to drollery, and sometimes to genuine humor. It remains one of the best of American political satires, and unquestionably the most successful of the many imi tations of " Hudibras," whose manner it follows so closely that some of its lines, which have passed into currency as proverbs, are generally attributed to Butler. For example : nudibrastic proverbs in " Xo man e er felt the halter draw " McFingal. With good opinion of the law." Or this : " For any man with half an eye What stands before him may espy ; But optics sharp it needs, I ween, To see what is not to be seen." Trumbull s wit did not spare the vulnerable points of his own countrymen, as in his sharp skit at slavery in the couplet about the newly adopted flag of the Confederation : " Inscribed with inconsistent types Of liberty and thirteen stripes." Trumbull was one of a group of Connecticut literati, who made such noise in their time as "The Hartford Wits." TheHart _ The other members of the group were Lemuel Hopkins, ford Wits." David Humphreys, Joel Barlow, Elihu Smith, Theodore Dwight, and Richard Alsop. Trumbull, Humphreys, and Barlow had formed a friendship and a kind of literary partnership at Yale, where they were contemporaries of each other and of Timothy Dwight. During the war they 56 Initial Studies in American Letters. served in the army in various capacities, and at its close they found themselves again together for a few years at Hartford, where they formed a club that met weekly for social and literary purposes. Their presence lent a sort of eclat to the little provincial capital, and their writings made it for a time an intellectual center quite as important as Boston or Philadelphia or New York. The Hartford Wits were stanch Federalists, and used their pens freely in support of the administrations of Washington and Adams, and in ridicule of Jefferson and the Democrats. In 1786-87 Trumbull, Hopkins, Barlow, and Humphreys published in the New Haven Gazette a series of satirical papers entitled "The Anarch- " The Anarchiad," suggested by the English " Rolliad," iad." and purporting to be extracts from an ancient epic on " the Restoration of Chaos and Substantial Night." The papers were an effort to correct, by ridicule, the anarchic condi tion of things which preceded the adoption of the federal constitution in 1789. It was a time of great confusion and . discontent, when, in parts of the country, Democratic mobs were protesting against the vote of five years pay by the Continental Congress to the officers of the American army. " The Anarchiad " was followed by "The Echo" and " The Political Green House," written mostly by Alsop and Theodore Dwight, and similar in character and tend ency to the earlier series. Time has greatly blunted the edge of these satires, but they were influential in their day, and are an important part of the literature of the old Fed eralist party. Humphreys became afterward distinguished in the diplo matic service, and was, successively, ambassador to Portu gal and to Spain, whence he introduced into America the breed of merino sheep. He had been on Washington s stan during the war, and was several times an inmate of his house at Mount Vernon, where he produced, in 1785, Federalist satires. David Humphreys. The Revolutionary Period. 57 the best known of his writings, u Mount Vernon," an ode of a rather mild description, which once had admirers. Joel Barlow cuts a larger figure in contemporary letters. Joel Barlow. After leaving Hartford, in 1788, he went to France, where he resided for seventeen years, made a fortune in specula tions, and became imbued with French principles, writing a song in praise of the guillotine, which gave great scandal to his old friends at home. In 1805 he returned to America and built a fine residence near Washington, which he called " Kalorama." Barlow s literary fame, in his own gen eration, rested upon his prodigious epic, u The Columbiad." The first form of this was " The Vision of Columbus," pub lished at Hartford in 1787. This he afterward recast and enlarged into " The Columbiad," issued in Philadelphia in " The Colum- 1807, and dedicated to Eobert Fulton, the inventor of the biad." steamboat. This was by far the most sumptuous piece of bookmaking that had then been published in America, and was embellished with plates executed by the best London engravers. " The Columbiad " was a grandiose performance, and has been the theme of much ridicule by later writers. Haw thorne suggested its being dramatized and put on to the ac companiment of artillery and thunder and lightning ; and E. P. Whipple declared that "no critic in the last fifty years had read more than a hundred lines of it." In its ambitiousness and its length, it was symptomatic of the spirit of the age, which was patriotically determined to cre ate, by tour de force, a national literature of a size com mensurate with the scale of American nature and the destinies of the republic. As America was bigger than Argos and Troy we ought to have a bigger epic than the "Iliad." Accordingly, Barlow makes Hesper fetch Co lumbus from his prison to a " hill of vision," where he un rolls before his eye a panorama of the history of America, 58 Initial Studies in American Letters. American epic. "The Pleiads of Connecti cut." Timothy Dwight. or, as our bards then preferred to call it, Columbia. He shows him the conquest of Mexico by Cortez ; the rise and fall of the kingdom of the Incas in Peru ; the settlements of the English colonies in North America ; the old French and Indian wars, the Revolution, ending with a prophecy of the future greatness of the new-born nation. The machinery of the "Vision" was borrowed from the eleventh and twelfth books of " Paradise Lost." Barlow s verse was the ten-syllabled rhyming couplet of Pope, and his poetic style was distinguished by the vague, glittering imagery and the false sublimity which marked the epic attempts of the Queen Anne poets. Though Barlow was but a masquer- ader in true heroic he showed himself a true poet in mock heroic. His " Hasty Pudding, " written in Savoy in 1793 and dedicated to Mrs. Washington, was thoroughly Amer ican, in subject at least, and its humor, though over-elab orate, is good. One couplet in particular has prevailed against oblivion : " E en in thy native regions how I blush To hear the Pennsylvanians call thee Mush . " Another Connecticut poet one of the seven who were fondly named u The Pleiads of Connecticut " was Timothy Dwight, whose u Conquest of Canaan," written shortly after his graduation from college, but not published till 1785, was, like "The Columbiad," an experiment toward the domestication of the epic muse in America. It was written like Barlow s poem, in rhymed couplets, and the patriotic impulse of the time shows oddly in the introduc tion of our Revolutionary War, by way of episode, among the wars of Israel. " Greenfield Hill," 1794, was an idyllic and moralizing poem, descriptive of a rural parish in Con necticut of which the author was for a time the pastor. It is not quite without merit ; shows plainly the influence of Goldsmith, Thomson, and Seattle, but as a whole is tedious The Revolutionary Period. 59 and tame. Byron was amused that there should have been an American poet christened Timothy, and it is to be feared that amusement would have been the chief emotion kindled in the breast of the wicked Voltaire had he ever chanced to see the stern dedication to himself of the same poet s "Triumph of Infidelity," 1788. Much more impor tant than D wight s poetry was his able " Theology Ex- Dwight s plained and Defended," 1794, a restatement, with modifi- and " rrav- cations, of the Calvinism of Jonathan Edwards, which was accepted by the Congregational churches of New England as an authoritative exponent of the orthodoxy of the time. His " Travels in New England and New York," including descriptions of Niagara, the White Mountains, Lake George, the Catskills, and other passages of natural scenery, not so familiar then as now, was published posthu mously in 1821, was praised by Southey, and is still read able. As president of Yale College from 1795 to 1817, Dwight, by his learning and ability, his sympathy with young men, and the force and dignity of his character, ex erted a great influence in the community. The strong political bias of the time drew into its vortex most of the miscellaneous literature that was produced. A Popular bal- number of ballads, serious and comic, Whig and Tory, lads of the J? Revolution- dealing with the battles and other incidents of the long ary War. war, enjoyed a wide circulation in the newspapers or were hawked about in printed broadsides. Most of these have no literary merit, and are now mere antiquarian curiosities. A favorite piece on the Tory side was the " Cow Chase," a cleverish parody on u Chevy Chase," written by the gal lant and unfortunate Major Andre", at the expense of "Mad" Anthony Wayne. The national song "Yankee " Yankee Doodle " was evolved during the Revolution, and, as is the Doodle." case with " John Brown s Body " and many other popular melodies, some obscurity hangs about its origin. The air 60 Initial Studies in American Letters. Francis Hopkinson. was an old one, and the words of the chorus seem to have been adapted or corrupted from a Dutch song, and applied in derision to the provincials by the soldiers of the British army as early as 1755. Like many another nickname, the term Yankee Doodle was taken up by the nicknamed and proudly made their own. The stanza, " Yankee Doodle came to town," etc., antedates the war ; but the first complete set of words to the tune was the " Yankee s Return from Camp," which is apparently of the year 1775. The most popular humorous ballad on the Whig side was the "Battle of the Kegs," founded on a laughable incident of the campaign at Phila delphia. This was written by Francis Hopkinson, a Phila- delphian, and one of the signers of the Declaration of Independence. Hopkinson had some title to rank as one of the earliest American humorists. Without the keen wit of "McFingal," some of his "Miscellaneous Essays and Occasional Writings," published in 1792, have more geniality and heartiness than Trumbull s satire. His "Letter on Whitewashing" is a bit of domestic humor that foretokens the Danbury News man ; and his " Modern Learning," 1784, a burlesque on college examinations, in which a salt-box is described from the point of view of metaphysics, logic, natural philosophy, mathematics, anat omy, surgery, and chemistry, long kept its place in school- readers and other collections. His son, Joseph Hopkinson, J9sephHop- wrote the song of "Hail Columbia," which is saved from "Hail Colum- insignificance only by the music to which it was married, blR " the then popular air of "The President s March." The words were written in 1798, 011 the eve of a threatened war with France, and at a time when party spirit ran high. It was sung nightly by crowds in the streets, and for a whole season by a favorite singer at the theater ; for by this time there were theaters in Philadelphia, in New York, and Early Ameri can humor. The Revolutionary Period. 61 even in puritanic Boston. Much better than " Hail Columbia" was "The Star-Spangled Banner," the words Francis Scott Key s " Star- of which were composed by Francis Scott Key, a Mary- spangled lander, during the bombardment by the British of Fort McHenry, near Baltimore, in 1812. More pretentious than these was the once celebrated ode of Robert Treat Paine, Robert Treat Jr., "Adams and Liberty," recited at an anniversary of the Massachusetts Charitable Fire Society. The sale of this is said to have netted its author over $750, but it is, notwithstanding, a very wooden performance. Paine was a young Harvard graduate, who had married an actress playing at the Old Federal Street Theater, the first play house opened in Boston, in 1794. His name was originally Thomas, but this was changed for him by the Massachu setts legislature, because he did not wish to be confounded with the author of " The Age of Reason." " Dim are those names erstwhile in battle loud," and many an old revolu tionary worthy who fought for liberty with sword and pen is now utterly forgotten, or remembered only by some phrase which has become a current quotation. Here and there a line has, by accident, survived to do duty as a motto or inscription, while all its context is buried in oblivion. Few have read anything more of Jonathan M. Jonathan M. Sewall. Sewall s, for example, than the couplet, " No pent-up Utica contracts your powers, But the whole boundless continent is yours," taken from his " Epilogue to Cato," written in 1778. Another revolutionary poet was Philip Freneau u that rascal Freneau," as Washington called him, when annoyed by the attacks upon his administration in Freneau s Na- Philip tional Gazette. He was of Huguenot descent, was a classmate of Madison at Princeton College, was taken prisoner by the British during the war, and when the war was over en gaged iiujournalism as an ardent supporter of Jefferson 62 Initial Studies in American Letters. First real American poet. Treatment of Indian themes. " The Indian Burying- Ground." and the Democrats. Freneau s patriotic verses and politi cal lampoons are now unreadable ; but he deserves to rank as the first real American poet, by virtue of his "Wild Honeysuckle," "Indian Burying-Ground," "Indian Stu dent," and a few other little pieces, which exhibit a grace and delicacy inherited, perhaps, with his French blood. Indeed, to speak strictly, all of the "poets" hitherto mentioned were nothing but rhymers ; but in Freneau we meet with something of beauty and artistic feeling ; some thing which still keeps his verses fresh. In his treatment of Indian themes, in particular, appear for the first time a sense of the picturesque and poetic elements in the char acter and wild life of the red man, and that pensive senti ment which the fading away of the tribes toward the sun set has left in the wake of their retreating footsteps. In this Freneau anticipates Cooper and Longfellow, though his work is slight compared with the " Leatherstocking Tales" or "Hiawatha." At the time when the Revolu tionary War broke out the population of the colonies was over three millions ; Philadelphia had thirty thousand in habitants, and the frontier had retired to a comfortable dis tance from the seaboard. The Indian had already grown legendary to town dwellers, and Freneau fetches his " In dian Student " not from the outskirts of the settlement but from the remote backwoods of the state : " From Susquehanna s farthest springs Where savage tribes pursue their game (His blanket tied with yellow strings), A shepherd of the forest came." Campbell "lifted" in his poem "O Connor s Child" the last line of the following stanza from Freneau s " In dian Burying-Ground " : " By midnight moons o er moistening dews, In vestments for the chase arrayed, The hunter still the deer pursues The hunter and the deer, a shade." The Revolutionary Period. 63 And Walter Scott did Freneau the honor to borrow, in "Marmion," the final line of one of the stanzas of his poem on the battle of Eutaw Springs : " They saw their injured country s woe, The naming town, the wasted field ; Then rushed to meet the insulting foe ; They took the spear, but left the shield." Scott inquired of an American gentlemen who visited him the authorship of this poem, which he had by heart, and pronounced it as fine a thing of the kind as there was in the language. The American drama and American prose fiction had their beginning during the period now under review. A com- pany of English players came to this country in 1752 and made the tour of many of the principal towns. The first play acted here by professionals on a public stage was the "Merchant of Venice," which was given by the Eng lish company at Williamsburg, Va., in 1752. The first regular theater building was at Annapolis, Md., where in the same year this troupe performed, among other pieces, Farquhar s "Beaux Stratagem." In 1753 a theater was built in New York, and one in 1759 in Philadelphia. The First theaters. Quakers of Philadelphia and the Puritans of Boston were strenuously opposed to the acting of plays, and in the latter city the players were several times arrested during the per formances, under a Massachusetts law forbidding dramatic performances. At Newport, B. I., on the other hand, which was a health resort for planters from the Southern States and the West Indies, and the largest slave-market in the North, the actors were hospitably received. The first play known to have been written by an American was "The Prince of Parthia," 1765, a closet drama, by Thomas God- frey, of Philadelphia. The first play by an American of Parthia." writer, acted by professionals in a public theater, was Boy- 64 Initial Studies in American Letters. all Tyler s "Contrast," performed in New York in 1786. The former of these was very high tragedy, and the lat ter very low comedy ; and neither of them is otherwise remarkable than as being the first of a long line of indif ferent dramas. There is, in fact, no American dramatic literature worth speaking of; not a single American play of even the second rank, unless we except a few graceful parlor comedies, like Mr. Howell s "Elevator" and Royaii Tyler s "Sleeping-Car." Royall Tyler, the author of "The Con- comedies. trast," cut quite a figure in his day as a wit and journalist, and eventually became chief-justice of Vermont. His comedy, " The Georgia Spec," 1797, had a great run in Bos ton, and his "Algerine Captive," published in the same year, was one of the earliest American novels. It was a rambling tale of adventure, constructed somewhat upon the plan of Smollett s novels and dealing with the piracies which led to the war between the United States and Al giers in 1815. Charles Brockden Brown, the first American novelist of Charles Brock- any note, was also the first professional man of letters in den Brown, the^irst Amer- this country who supported himself entirely by his pen. He was born in Philadelphia in 1771, lived a part of his life in New York and part in his native city, where he started, in 1803, The Literary Magazine and American Register. During the years 1798-1801 he published in rapid succession six ro mances, "Wieland," "Ormond," " Arthur Mervyn," "Edgar Huntley," "Clara Howard," and "Jane Talbot." Brown was an invalid and something of a recluse, with a relish for the ghastly in incident and the morbid in character. He was in some points a prophecy of Poe and Hawthorne, though his art was greatly inferior to Poe s, and almost infinitely so to Hawthorne s. His books belong more properly to the contemporary school of fiction in England which preceded the " Waverley Novels "to the class that includes Beck- The Revolutionary Period. 65 ford s "Vathek," Godwin s " Caleb Williams " and "St. character of Leon," Mrs. Shelley s " Frankenstein," and such "Gothic " his rom ances. romances as Lewis s " Monk," Walpole s "Castle of Otranto," and Mrs. Radcliffe s "Mysteries of Udolpho." A distinguishing characteristic of this whole school is what we may call the clumsy-horrible. Brown s romances are not wanting in inventive power; in occasional situations that are intensely thrilling, and in subtle analysis of character ; but they are fatally defective in art. The narrative is by turns abrupt and tiresomely prolix, proceeding not so much by dialogue as by elaborate dissection and discussion of motives and states of mind, interspersed with the author s reflections. The wild improbabilities of plot and the un natural and even monstrous developments of character are in startling contrast with the old-fashioned preciseness of the language ; the conversations, when there are any, being conducted in that insipid dialect in which a fine woman was called an " elegant female." The following is a sample description of one of Brown s heroines, and is taken from his novel of "Ormond"the leading character in which "Ormona. a combination of unearthly intellect with fiendish wicked ness is thought to have been suggested by Aaron Burr : " Helena Cleves was endowed with every feminine and fas cinating quality. Her features were modified by the most transient sentiments and were the seat of a softness at all times blushful and bewitching. All those graces of sym metry, smoothness, and luster, which assemble in the im agination of the painter when he calls from the bosom of her natal deep the Paphian divinity, blended their perfec tions in the shade, complexion, and hair of this lady." But, alas ! " Helena s intellectual deficiencies could not be concealed. She was proficient in the elements of no science. The doctrine of lines and surfaces was as dispro portionate with her intellects as with those of the mocking- Initial Studies in American Letters. Tales of morbid psychology. bird. She had not reasoned on the principles of human action, nor examined the structure of society. . . . She could not commune in their native dialect with the sages of Rome and Athens. . . . The constitution of nature, the attributes of its Author, the arrangement of the parts of the external universe, and the substance, modes of oper ation, and ultimate destiny of human intelligence were enigmas unsolved and insoluble by her." Brown frequently raises a superstructure of mystery on a basis ludicrously weak. Thus the hero of his first novel, Wieiand." " Wieland " (whose father anticipates "Old Krook" in Dickens s " Bleak House," by dying of spontaneous com bustion), is led on by what he mistakes for spiritual voices to kill his wife and children ; and the voices turn out to be produced by the ventriloquism of one Carwin, the villain of the story. Similarly in "Edgar Huntley," the plot turns upon the phenomena of sleep-walking. Brown had the good sense to place the scene of his romances in his own country, and the only passages in them which have now a living interest are his descriptions of wilderness scenery in " Edgar Huntley," and his graphic account in " Arthur Mervyn " of the yellow-fever epidemic in Philadelphia in 1793. Shelley was an admirer of Brown, and his experi ments in prose fiction, such as " Zastrozzi " and " St. Irvyue the Rosicrucian," are of the same abnormal and speculative type. Another book which falls within this period was the Journal, 1774, of John Woolman, a New Jersey Quaker, which has received the highest praise from Channing, Charles Lamb, and many others. "Get the writings of John Woolman by heart," wrote Lamb, "and love the early Quakers." The charm of this journal resides in its singular sweetness aud innocence of feeling, the "deep inward stillness" peculiar to the people called Quakers. John Wool- man s Jour nal. The Revolutionary Period. 67 Apart from his constant use of certain phrases peculiar to the Friends, Woolman s English is also remarkably grace ful and pure, the transparent medium of a soul absolutely sincere, and tender and humble in its sincerity. When not working at his trade as a tailor Woolman spent his time in visiting and ministering to the monthly, quarterly, and yearly meetings of Friends, traveling on horseback to their scattered communities in the backwoods of Virginia and North Carolina, and northward along the coast as far as Boston and Nantucket. He was under a "concern" Woolman , influences and a "heavy exercise" touching the keeping of slaves, the Indians and by his writing and speaking did much to influence the sSfvery. Quakers against slavery. His love went out, indeed, to all the wretched and oppressed ; to sailors, and to the Indians in particular. One of his most perilous journeys was made to the settlements of Moravian Indians in the wilderness of western Pennsylvania, at Bethlehem, and at Wehaloosing, on the Susquehanna. Some of the scruples which Wool man felt, and the quaint naivete with which he expresses them, may make the modern reader smile, but the smile will be very close to a tear. Thus, when in England where he died in 1772 he would not ride nor send a letter by mail-coach, because the poor postboys were compelled thropy! al to ride long stages in winter nights, and were sometimes frozen to death. " So great is the hurry in the spirit of this world that, in aiming to do business quickly and to gain wealth, the creation at this day doth loudly groan." Again, having reflected that war was caused by luxury in dress, etc., the use of dyed garments grew uneasy to him, and he got and wore a hat of the natural color of the fur. "In attending meetings this singularity was a trial Hisbadhat to me, . . . and some Friends, who knew not from what motives I wore it, grew shy of me. . . . Those who spoke with me I generally informed, in a few words, Initial Studies in American Lettees. that I believed my wearing it was not in my own will." 1. " Representative American Orations." Edited by Alex ander Johnston. New York : 1884. 2. "The Federalist," New York-: 1863. 3. THOMAS JEFFERSON : "Notes on Virginia." Boston: 1829. 4. TIMOTHY DWIGHT : "Travels in New England and New York." New Haven : 1821. 5. JOHN TRUMBULL : "McFingal." Trumbull s Poetical Works. Hartford : 1820. 6. JOEL BARLOW : " Hasty Pudding." FRANCIS HOPKIN- SON: "Modern Learning." PHILIP FRENEAU : "Indian Student," "Indian Burying-Ground," "White Honey suckle." Vol. I. of Duyckinck s " Cyclopedia of American. Literature." New York : 1866. 7. CHARLES BROCKDEN BROWN: "Arthur Mervyn." Boston : 1827. 8. " The Journal of John Woolmaii." With an Introduc tion by John G. Whittier. Boston : 1871. 9. CHARLES F. RICHARDSON : " American Literature. " New York : 1887. 10. JOHN NICHOL : " American Literature." Edinburgh : 1882. CHAPTER III. THE ERA OF NATIONAL EXPANSION 1815-1837. THE attempt to preserve a strictly chronological order American lit erature not yet must here be abandoned. About all the American litera- a century old. ture in existence that is of any value as literature is the product of the past three quarters of a century, and the men who produced it, though older or younger, were still contemporaries. Irving s Knickerbocker s History of New York," 1809, was published within the recollection of some yet living, and the venerable poet Richard H. Dana Irving s junior by only four years survived to 1879, when the youngest of the generation of writers that now occupy public attention had already won their spurs. Bry ant, whose " Thanatopsis " was printed in 1816, lived down to 1878. He saw the beginnings of our national literature, and he saw almost as much of the latest phase of it as we see to-day in this year 1895. Still, even within the limits of a single lifetime, there have been progress and change. And so, while it will happen that the consideration of writers, a part of whose work falls between the dates at the head of this chapter, may be postponed to subsequent chapters, we may in a general way follow the sequence of time. The period between the close of the second war with England, in 1815, and the great financial crash of 1837 has been called in language attributed to President Monroe, , " The era of "the era of good feeling." It was a time of peace and good feeling." prosperity, of rapid growth in population and rapid exten- 70 Initial Studies in American Letters. Settlement of the West. Emigration from New England. sion of territory. The new nation was entering upon its vast estates and beginning to realize its manifest destiny. The peace with Great Britain, by calling off the Canadian Indians and the other tribes in alliance with England, had opened up the Northwest to settlement. Ohio had been admitted as a state in 1802 ; but at the time of President Monroe s tour, in 1817, Cincinnati had only seven thousand inhabitants, and half of the state was unsettled. The Ohio River flowed for most of its course through an unbroken wilderness. Chicago was merely a fort. Hitherto the emi gration to the West had been sporadic ; now it took on the dimensions of a general and almost a concerted exodus. This movement was stimulated in New England by the cold summer of 1816 and the late spring of 1817, which produced a scarcity of food that amounted in parts of the interior to a veritable famine. All through this period sounded the ax of the pioneer clearing the forest about his log-cabin, and the rumble of the canvas-covered emigrant- wagon over the primitive highways which crossed the Alleghenies or followed the valley of the Mohawk. S. G. Goodrich, known in letters as " Peter Parley," in his Recollections of a Lifetime," 1856, describes the part of the movement which he had witnessed as a boy in Fair- field County, Connecticut: "I remember very well the tide of emigration through Connecticut, on its way to the West, during the summer of 1817. Some persons went in covered wagons frequently a family consisting of father, mother, and nine small children, with one at the breast, some on foot, and some crowded together under the cover, with kettles, gridirons, feather-beds, crockery, and the family Bible, Watts s Psalms and Hymns, and Webster s Spelling-book the lares and penates of the household. Others started in ox-carts, and trudged on at the rate of ten miles a day. . . . Many of these persons were in The Era of National Expansion. 71 a state of poverty, and begged their way as they went. Some died before they reached the expected Canaan ; many perished after their arrival from fatigue and privation ; and others from the fever and ague, which was then certain to attack the new settlers. It was, I think, in 1818 that I published a small tract entitled * Tother Side of Ohio " Tother Side that is, the other view, in contrast to the popular notion that it was the paradise of the world. It was written by Dr. Hand, a talented young physician of Berlin, who had made a visit to the West about these days. It consisted mainly of vivid but painful pictures of the accidents and incidents attending this wholesale migration. The roads over the Alleghenies, between Philadelphia and Pittsburg, were then rude, steep, and dangerous, and some of the more precipitous slopes were consequently strewn with the carcasses of wagons, carts, horses, oxen, which had made shipwreck in their perilous descents." But in spite of the hardships of the settler s life the spirit of that time, as reflected in its writings, was a hopeful and a light-hearted one. " Westward the course of empire takes its way," runs the famous line from Berkeley s poem on America. The New Englanders who removed to the Western Reserve went there to better themselves ; and their children found themselves the owners of broad acres of virgin soil in place of the stony hill pastures of Berkshire and Litchfleld. There was an attraction, too, about the wild, free life of the Frontier life, frontiersman, with all its perils and discomforts. The life of Daniel Boone, the pioneer of Kentucky that " dark and bloody ground," is a genuine romance. Hardly less picturesque was the old river life of the Ohio boatmen, before the coming of steam banished their queer craft from the water. Between 1810 and 1840 the center of popula tion in the United States had moved from the Potomac to 72 Initial Studies in American Letters. Increase of population. New states. Erie Canal. 1825. the neighborhood of Clarksburg, in West Virginia, and the population itself had increased from seven to seventeen millions. The gain was made partly in the East and South, but the general drift was westward. During the years now under review the following new states were ad mitted in the order named : Indiana, Mississippi, Illinois, Alabama, Maine, Missouri, Arkansas, Michigan. Ken tucky and Tennessee had been made states in the last years of the eighteenth century, and Louisiana acquired by purchase from France in 1812. The settlers, in their westward march, left large tracts of wilderness behind them. They took up first the rich bot tom-lands along the river courses, the Ohio and Miami arid Licking, and later the valleys of the Mississippi and Miss ouri and the shores of the Great Lakes. But there still re mained backwoods in New York and Pennsylvania, though the cities of New York and Philadelphia had each a popu lation of more than one hundred thousand in 1815. When the Erie Canal was opened, in 1825, it ran through a primi tive forest. N. P. Willis, who went by canal to Buffalo and Niagara in 1827, describes the houses and stores at Roches ter as standing among the burnt stumps left by the first settlers. In the same year that saw the opening of this great waterway, the Indian tribes, numbering now about one hundred and thirty thousand souls, were moved across the Mississippi. Their power had been broken by General Harrison s victory over Tecumseh at the battle of Tippe- canoe, in 1811, and they were in fact mere remnants and fragments of the race which had hung upon the skirts of civilization and disputed the advance of the white man for two centuries. It was not until some years later than this that railroads began to take an important share in opening up new country. The restless energy, the love of adventure, the sanguine WASHINGTON IRVING. DANIEI, WEBSTEK. JAMES FENIMORE COOPER. WlLJ IAM EL.LERY CHANNING. The Era of National Expansion. 73 anticipation which characterized American thought at this time, the picturesque contrasts to be seen in each mushroom town where civilization was encroaching on the raw edge of the wilderness all these found expression, not only in such well-known books as Cooper s "Pioneers," 1823, and Irving s westward movement i "Tour on the Prairies," 1835, but in the minor literature "ThePio- nccrs. which is read to-day, if at all, not for its own sake, but for the light that it throws on the history of national development : in such books as Paulding s story of " West- ^1*" and" 1 ward Ho ! " and his poem, " The Backwoodsman," 1818 ; or " T ^e Back woodsman. as Timothy Flint s "Recollections," 1826, and his "Geog raphy and History of the Mississippi Valley," 1827. It was not an age of great books, but it was an age of large ideas and expanding prospects. The new consciousness of empire uttered itself hastily, crudely, ran into buncombe, "spread-eagleism," and other noisy forms of patriotic exultation ; but it was thoroughly democratic and Ameri can. Though literature or at least the best literature of the time was not yet emancipated from English models, thought and life, at any rate, were no longer a bondage- no longer provincial. And it is significant that the party in office during these years was the Democratic, the party which had broken most completely with conservative tra ditions. The famous " Monroe doctrine " was a pronuncia- mento of this aggressive democracy, and though the Federalists returned to power for a single term, under John Quincy Adams (1825-29), Andrew Jackson received the largest number of electoral votes, and Adams was only chosen by the House of Representatives in the absence of a majority vote for any one candidate. At the close of his term, "Old Hickory," the hero of the people, the most characteristically democratic of our presidents, and the first backwoodsman who entered the White House, was borne into office on a wave of popular enthusiasm. 74 Initial Studies in American Letters. Real begin nings or American literature. We have now arrived at the time when American litera ture, in the higher and stricter sense of the term, really be ts. G. Good- gan to have an existence. S. G. Goodrich, who settled at lections of a Hartford as a bookseller and publisher in 1818, says, in his Recollections": "About this time I began to think of trying to bring out original American works. . . . The general impression was that we had not, and could not have, a literature. It was the precise point at which Sidney Smith had uttered that bitter taunt in the Edin burgh Review, Who reads an American book ? . . It was positively injurious to the commercial credit of a bookseller to undertake American works." Washington Irving (1783-1859) was the first American author whose books, as books, obtained recognition abroad ; whose name was thought Avorthy of mention beside the names of English contemporary authors, like Byron, Scott, and Coleridge. He was also the first American writer whose writings are still read for their own sake. We read Mather s "Magnalia" and Franklin s "Autobiography" and Trumbull s " McFingal " if we read them at all as history, and to learn about the times or the men. But we read " The Sketch Book " and " Knickerbocker s History of New York" and "The Conquest of Granada" for them selves and for the pleasure that they give as pieces of liter ary art. We have arrived, too, at a time when we may apply a more cosmopolitan standard to the works of American writers, and may disregard many a minor author whose productions would have cut some figure had they come to light amid the poverty of our colonial age. Hundreds of these forgotten names, with specimens of their unread writings, are consigned to a limbo of immortality in the pages of Duyckinck s " Cyclopedia" and of Griswold s "Poets of America" and "Prose Writers of America." The Era of National Expansion. 75 We may select here for special mention, and as most repre sentative of the thought of their time, the names of Irving, Cooper, Webster, and Channing. A generation was now coming upon the stage who could recall no other government in this country than the gov- Washington ernment of the United States, and to whom the Revolu- Irving - tionary War was but a tradition. Born in the very year of the peace, it was a part of Irving s mission, by the sym pathetic charm of his writings and by the cordial recog nition which he won in both countries, to allay the soreness which the second war, of 1812-15, had left between England and America. He was well fitted for the task of mediator. Conservative by nature, early drawn to the ven erable worship of the Episcopal Church, retrospective in his tastes, with a preference for the past and its historic as- between the .-.,., , Old and New sociations, which, even in young America, led him to invest Worlds. the Hudson and the region about New York with a legend ary interest, he wrote of American themes in an English fashion, and interpreted to an American public the mellow attractiveness that he found in the life and scenery of Old England. He lived in both countries, and loved them both ; and it is hard to say whether Irving is more of an English or of an American writer. His first visit to Europe, in 1804-6, occupied nearly two years. From 1815 to 1832 he was abroad continuously, and his " domicile," as the lawyers say, during these seventeen years was really in England, though a portion of his time was spent upon the Continent, and several successive years in Spain, where he engaged upon the " Life of Columbus," " The Conquest of Granada," the "Companions of Columbus," and " The Alhambra," all published between 1828 and 1832. From 1842 to 1846 he was again in Spain as American minister at Madrid. Irving was the last and greatest of the Addisonians. His 76 Initial Studies in American Letters. Irving an Ad- disonian. " Salma gundi." "The Sketch Book." The Knicker bocker legend. boyish letters, signed "Jonathan Oldstyle," contributed in 1802 to his brother s newspaper, the Morning Chronicle, were, like Franklin s " Busybody," close imitations of the " Spectator." To the same family belonged his " Salma gundi " papers, 1807, a series of town satires on New York society, written in conjunction with his brother William and with James K. Paulding. The little tales, essays, and sketches which compose " The Sketch Book " were written in England, and published in America, in periodical num bers, in 1819-20. In this, which is in some respects his best book, he still maintained that attitude of observation and spectatorship taught him by Addison. The volume had a motto taken from Burton : "I have no wife nor children, good or bad, to provide for a mere spectator of other men s fortunes," etc. ; and " The Author s Account of Himself" began in true Addisonian fashion : "I was always fond of visiting new scenes and observing strange characters and manners." But though never violently "American," like some later writers who have consciously sought to throw off the tram mels of English tradition, Irving was in a real way orig inal. His most distinct addition to our national literature was in his creation of what has been called " the Knicker bocker legend." He was the first to make use, for literary purposes, of the old Dutch traditions which clustered about the romantic scenery of the Hudson. Colonel T. W. Hig- ginson, in his "History of the United States," tells how " Mrs. Josiah Quincy, sailing up that river in 1786, when Irving was a child three years old, records that the captain of the sloop had a legend, either supernatural or traditional, for every scene, * and not a mountain reared its head un connected with some marvelous story. " The material thus at hand Irving shaped into his "Knickerbocker s History of New York," into the immortal story of " Eip Van The Era of National Expansion. Winkle " and u The Legend of Sleepy Hollow " (both pub- Romance O f lished in " The Sketch Book "), and into later additions to the Hudson - the same realm of fiction, such as " Dolph Heyliger" (in "Bracebridge Hall"), the "Money Diggers, " " Wolfert Webber," and "Kidd the Pirate" (in the "Tales of a Traveler "), and some of the miscellanies from the Knicker bocker Magazine, collected into a volume, in 1855, under the title of " Wolfert s Roost." The book which made Irving s reputation was his " Knickerbocker s History of New York," 1809, a burlesque chronicle, making fun of the old Dutch settlers of New Amsterdam, and attributed, by a familiar and now some what threadbare device,* to a little old gentleman named Diedrich Knickerbocker, whose manuscript had come into the editor s hands. The book was gravely dedicated to the New York Historical Society, and it is said to have been quoted, as authentic history, by a certain German scholar named Goeller, in a note on a passage in Thucydides. This story, though well vouched, is hard of belief ; for " Knicker bocker," though excellent fooling, has nothing of the grave irony of Swift in his " Modest Proposal " or of Defoe in his " Short Way with Dissenters." Its mock-heroic intention is as transparent as in Fielding s parodies of Homer, which it somewhat resembles, particularly in the delightfully ab surd description of the mustering of the clans under Peter Stuyvesant and the attack on the Swedish Fort Christina. "Knickerbocker s History of New York" was a real ad dition to the comic literature of the world, a work of genu- masterpiece. ine humor, original and vital. Walter Scott said that it reminded him closely of Swift, and had touches resembling Sterne. It is not necessary to claim for Irving s little mas terpiece a place beside " Gulliver s Travels " and " Tristram * Compare Carlyle s Herr Diogenes Teufelsdrockh, in "Sartor Resartus," the author of the famous " Clothes Philosophy." 78 Initial Studies in American Letters. Dutch tra ditions in New York. Irving s genius retro spective and undemocratic. Shandy." But it was, at least, the first American book in the lighter departments of literature which needed no apology and stood squarely on its own legs. It was writ ten, too, at just the right time. Although New Amsterdam had become New York as early as 1664, the impress of its first settlers, with their quaint conservative ways, was still upon it when Irving was a boy. The descendants of the Dutch families formed a definite element not only in Man hattan, but all up along the kills of the Hudson, at Albany, at Schenectady, in Westchester County, at Hoboken, and Communipaw, localities made familiar to him in many a ramble and excursion. He lived to see the little provincial town of his birth grow into a great metropolis, in which all national characteristics were blended together, and a tide of immigration from Europe and New England flowed over the old landmarks and obliterated them utterly. Although Irving was the first to reveal to his countrymen the literary possibilities of their early history it must be acknowledged that with moderate American life he had little sympathy. He hated politics, and in the restless democratic movement of the time, as we have described it, he found no inspiration. This moderate and placid gentle man, with his distrust of all kinds of fanaticism, had no liking for the Puritans or for their descendants, the New England Yankees, if we may judge from his sketch of Ichabod Crane in " The Legend of Sleepy Hollow." His genius was retrospective, and his imagination, like Scott s, was the historic imagination. In crude America his fancy took refuge in the picturesque aspects of the past, in "survivals" like the Knickerbocker Dutch and the Aca dian peasants, whose isolated communities on the lower Mississippi he visited and described. He turned naturally to the ripe civilization of the Old World. He was our first picturesque tourist, the first "American in Europe." He The Era of National Expansion. 79 rediscovered England, whose ancient churches, quiet land scapes, memory-haunted cities, Christmas celebrations, and rural festivals had for him an unfailing attraction. With pictures of these, for the most part, he filled the pages of "The Sketch Book" and " Bracebridge Hall," 1822. Delightful as are these English sketches, in which the His love for author conducts his reader to Windsor Castle, or Stratford- on-Avon, or the Boar s Head Tavern, or sits beside him on the box of the old English stage-coach, or shares with him the Yule-tide cheer at the ancient English country-house, their interest has somewhat faded. The pathos of " The Broken Heart " and " The Pride of the Village," the mild satire of "The Art of Book-Making," the rather obvious reflections in " Westminster Abbey " are not exactly to the taste of this generation. They are the literature of leisure and retrospection ; and already Irving s gentle elaboration, the refined and slightly artificial beauty of his style, and The^beauty of his persistently genial and sympathetic attitude have begun to pall upon readers who demand a more nervous and accentuated kind of writing. It is felt that a little roughness, a little harshness, even, would give relief to his pictures of life. There is, for instance, something a little irritating in the old-fashioned courtliness of his manner toward women ; and one reads with a certain impatience smoothly punctuated passages like the following: u As the vine, which has long twined its graceful foliage about the oak, and been lifted by it into sunshine, will, when the hardy plant is rifted by the thunder-bolt, cling round it with its caressing tendrils, and bind up its shattered boughs, so is it beautifully ordered by Providence that woman, who is the mere dependent and ornament of man in his happier hours, should be his stay and solace when smitten with sudden calamity, winding herself into the rugged recesses of his nature, tenderly supporting 80 Initial Studies in American Letters. His limi tations. the drooping head and binding up the broken heart." Irving s gifts were sentiment and humor, with an imagi nation sufficiently fertile and an observation sufficiently acute to support those two main qualities, but inadequate to the service of strong passion or subtle thinking, though his pathos, indeed, sometimes reached intensity. His humor was always delicate and kindly ; his sentiment never degenerated into sentimentality. His diction was graceful and elegant too elegant, perhaps ; and, in his modesty, he attributed the success of his books in England to the astonishment of Englishmen that an American could write good English. In Spanish history and legend Irving found a still newer irving s Span- and richer field for his fancy to work upon. He had not the analytic and philosophical mind of a great historian, and the merits of his " Conquest of Granada " and " Life of Columbus " are rather belletristisch than scientific. But he brought to these undertakings the same eager love of the romantic past which had determined the character of his writings in America and England, and the result whether we call it history or romance is at all events charming as literature. His " Life of Washington "com pleted in 1859 was his magnum opus, and is accepted as standard authority. " Mahomet and His Successors," 1850, was comparatively a failure. But of all Irving s biogra phies his "Life of Oliver Goldsmith," 1849, was the most spontaneous and perhaps the best. He did not impose it upon himself as a task, but wrote it from a native and loving sympathy with his subject, and it is, therefore, one of the choicest literary memoirs in the language. When Irving returned to America, in 1832, he was the re cipient of almost national honors. He had received the medal of the Royal Society of Literature and the degree of D.C.L. from Oxford University, and had made American " Life of Washington " Life of Goldsmith. The Era of National Expansion. 81 literature known and respected abroad. In his modest The first home at Sunnyside, on the banks of the river over which he had been the first to throw the witchery of poetry and romance, he was attended to the last by the admiring affection of his countrymen. He had the love and praises of the foremost English writers of his own generation and the generation which followed of Scott, Byron, Coleridge, Thackeray, and Dickens, some of whom had been among his personal friends. He is not the greatest of American authors, but the influence of his writings is sweet and wholesome, and it is in many ways fortunate that the first American man of letters who made himself heard in Eu rope should have been in all particulars a gentleman. Connected with Irving, at least by name and locality, were a number of authors who resided in the city of New York, and who are known as the Knickerbocker writers, perhaps because they were contributors to the Knicker bocker Magazine. One of these was James K. Paulding, a connection of Irving by marriage, and his partner in the " Salmagundi " papers. Paulding became secretary of the j ame s K. navy under Van Buren, and lived down to the year 1860. Pauldin e- He was a voluminous author, but his writings had no power of continuance, and are already obsolete, with the possible exception of his novel, u The Dutchman s Fire side," 1831. A finer spirit than Paulding was Joseph Rodman Drake, Joseph Rod- a young poet of great promise, who died in 1820, at the age man Drake - of twenty-five. Drake s patriotic lyric, " The American Flag," is certainly the most spirited thing of the kind in our poetic literature, and greatly superior to such national anthems as "Hail Columbia" and "The Star-Spangled Banner." His " Culprit Fay," published in 1819, was the best poem that had yet appeared in America, if we except Bryant s " Thanatopsis," which was three years the elder. 82 Initial Studies in American Letters. " The Culprit Fay." Fitz-Greene Halleck. " The Culprit Fay " was a fairy story, in which, following Irving s lead, Drake undertook to throw the glamour of poetry about the Highlands of the Hudson. Edgar Poe said that the poem was fanciful rather than imaginative ; but it is prettily and even brilliantly fanciful, and has main tained its popularity to the present time. Such verse as the following which seems to show that Drake had been reading Coleridge s u Christabel," published three years before was something new in American poetry : " The winds are whist and the owl is still, The bat in the shelvy rock is hid, And naught is heard on the lonely hill But the cricket s chirp and the answer shrill Of the gauze-winged katydid, And the plaint of the wailing whip-poor-will, Who moans unseen, and ceaseless sings Ever a note of wail and woe, Till morning spreads her rosy wings, And earth and sky in her glances glow." Here we have, at last, the whip-poor-will, an American bird, and not the conventional lark or nightingale, al though the elves of the Old World seem scarcely at home on the banks of the Hudson. Drake s memory has been kept fresh not only by his own poetry, but by the beautiful elegy written by his friend Fitz-Greene Halleck, the first stanza of which is universally known : " Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ; None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise." Halleck was born in Guilford, Connecticut, whither he retired in 1849, and resided there till his death in 1867. But his literary career is identified with New York. He was associated with Drake in writing the "Croaker Papers," a series of humorous and satirical verses contributed in 1814 to the Evening Post. These were of a merely local and The Era of National Expansion. 83 temporary interest; but Halleck s fine ode, "Marco Boz- zaris " though declaimed until it has become hackneyed gives him a sure title to remembrance ; and his u Alnwick Castle," a monody, half serious and half playful, on the contrast between feudal associations and modern life, has much of that pensive lightness which characterizes Praed s best vers de societe. A friend of Drake and Halleck was James Fenimore Jameg Feni Cooper (1789-1851), the first American novelist of distinc- more Cooper. tion, and, if a popularity which has endured for nearly three quarters of a century is any test, still the most suc cessful of all American novelists. Cooper was far more in tensely American than Irving, and his books reached an even wider public. " They are published as soon as he pro duces them," said Morse, the electrician, in 1833, " in thirty-four different places in Europe. They have beenv : p DptllaEity of seen by American travelers in the languages of Turkey hisnovpTs. and Persia, in Constantinople, in Egypt, at Jerusalem, at / Ispahan." Cooper wrote altogether too much ; he pub- / lished, besides his fictions, a " Naval History of the United States," a series of naval biographies, works of travel, and a great deal of controversial matter. He wrote over thirty novels, the greater part of which are little better than trash, and tedious trash at that. This is especially true of his tendenz novels and his novels of society. He was a man of strongly marked individuality, fiery, pugnacious, sensitive to criticism, and abounding in prejudices. He was embit- Hiswarwith tered by the scurrilous attacks made upon him by a portion of the American press, and spent a great deal of time and energy in conducting libel suits against the newspapers. In the same spirit he used fiction as a vehicle for attack upon the abuses and follies of American life. Nearly all of his novels written with this design are worthless. Nor fiction. was Cooper well equipped by nature and temperament for 84 Initial Studies in American Letters. His greatness in tales of ad venture. The Spy. depicting character and passion in social life. Even in his best romances his heroines and his "leading juveniles " to borrow a term from the amateur stage are insipid and conventional. He was no satirist, and his humor was not of a high order. He was a rapid and uneven writer, and, unlike Irving, he had no style. Where Cooper was great was in the story, in the inven tion of incidents and plots, in a power of narrative and de scription in tales of wild adventure which keeps the reader in breathless excitement to the end of the book. He orig inated the novel of the sea and the novel of the wilderness. He created the Indian of literature, and in this, his peculiar field, although he has had countless imitators, he has had no equals. Cooper s experiences had prepared him well for the kingship of this new realm in the world of fiction. His childhood was passed on the borders of Otsego Lake, when central New York was still a wilderness, with bound less forests stretching westward, broken only here and there by the clearings of the pioneers. He was taken from col lege (Yale) when still a lad, and sent to sea in a merchant vessel, before the mast. Afterward he entered the navy and did duty on the high seas and upon Lake Ontario, then surrounded by virgin forests. He married and re signed his commission in 1811, just before the outbreak of the war with England, so that he missed the opportunity of seeing active service in any of those engagements on the ocean and our great lakes which were so glorious to American arms. But he always retained an active interest in naval affairs. His first successful novel was " The Spy," 1821, a tale of the Revolutionary War, the scene of which was laid in Westchester County, N. Y., where the author was then re siding. The hero of this story, Harvey Birch, was one of the most skilfully drawn figures on his canvas. In 1823 he pub- The Era of National Expansion. 85 lished " The Pioneers," a work somewhat overladen with description, in which he drew for material upon his boyish recollections of frontier life at Cooperstown. This was the first of a series of five romances known as the " Leather- stocking Tales." The others were "The Last of the "Leather- stockinff Mohicans," 1826 ; " The Prairie," 1827 ; " The Pathfinder," Tales." 1840 ; and " The Deerslayer," 1841. The hero of this series, Natty Bumpo, or " Leatherstocking," was Cooper s one great creation in the sphere of character, his most original addition to the literature of the world in the way of a new human type. This backwoods philosopher to the concep tion of whom the historic exploits of Daniel Boone perhaps supplied some hints ; unschooled, but moved by noble im pulses and a natural sense of piety and justice ; passion ately attached to the wilderness, and following its westering edge even unto the prairies this man of the woods was the first real American in fiction. Hardly less individual and vital were the various types of Indian character, in Indians. Chingachgook, Uncas, Hist, and the Huron warriors. In ferior to these, but still vigorously though somewhat roughly drawn, were the waifs and strays of civilization, whom duty, or the hope of gain, or the love of adventure, or the outlawry of crime had driven to the wilderness the solitary trapper, the reckless young frontiersman, the offi cers and men of outpost garrisons. Whether Cooper s In dian was the real being, or an idealized and rather melo dramatic version of the truth, has been a subject of dispute. However this be, he has taken his place in the domain of art, and it is safe to say that his standing there is secure. No boy will ever give him up. Equally .good with .the "Leatherstocking" novels, and equally national, were Cooper s tales of the sea, or at least the best two of them" The Pilot," 1823, founded upon the daring exploits of John Paul Jones, and " The Red Rover," Initial Studies in American Letters. Enduring interest of Cooper s stories. 1828. But here, though Cooper still holds the sea, he has had to admit competitors ; and Britannia, who rules the waves in song, has put in some claim to a share in the domain of nautical fiction in the persons of Mr. W. Clark Russell and Bothers. Though Cooper s novels do not meet the deeper needs of the heart and the imagination, their appeal to the universal love of a story is perennial. We devour them when we are boys, and if we do not often return to them when we are men, that is perhaps only because we have read them before, and " know the ending." They are good ,yarns for the forecastle and the camp-fire ; and the scholar in his study, though he may put " The Deerslayer " or " The Last of the Mohicans " away on the top shelf, will take it down now and again, and sit up half the night over it. Before dismissing the belles-lettres writings of this period, mention should be made of a few poems of the fugitive kind which seem to have taken a permanent place in pop ular regard. John Howard Payne, a native of Long Island, a wandering actor and playwright, who died American consul at Tunis in 1852, wrote about 1820 for Covent Gar den Theater an opera, entitled " Clari," the libretto of Home Sweet wnicu included, the now famous song of "Home, Sweet Home." Its literary pretensions were of the humblest kind, but it spoke a true word which touched the Anglo- Saxon heart in its tenderest spot, and, being happily married to a plaintive air, was sold by the hundred thou sand, and is evidently destined to be sung forever. A like success has attended "The Old Oaken Bucket," composed by Samuel Wood worth, a printer and journalist from Massa chusetts, whose other poems, of which two collections were issued in 1818 and 1826, were soon forgotten. Richard Henry Wilde, an Irishman by birth, a gentleman of schol arly tastes and accomplishments, who wrote a great deal on Italian literature, and sat for several terms in Congress as Home. " The Old Oaken Bucket." The Era of National Expansion. 87 representative of the state of Georgia, was the author of the favorite song, " My Life is Like the Summer Rose." An- other fugitive other southerner, and a member of a distinguished south- poeiry ern family, was Edward Coate Pinkney, who served nine years in the navy, and died in 1828 at the age of twenty- six, having published in 1825 a small volume of lyrical poems which had a fire and a grace uncommon at that time in American verse. One of these, "A Health," be ginning : " I fill this cup to one made up of loveliness alone," though perhaps somewhat overpraised by Edgar Poe, has rare beauty of thought and expression. John Quincy Adams, sixth president of the United States (1825-29), was a man of culture and literary tastes. He published his lectures on rhetoric, delivered during his Adams. r tenure of the Boylston Professorship at Harvard in 1806-9 ; he left a voluminous diary, which has been edited since his death in 1848 ; and among his experiments in poetry is one of considerable merit, entitled "The Wants of Man," an ironical sermon on Goldsmith s text : " Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long." As this poem is a curiously close anticipation of Dr. Holmes s "Contentment," so the very popular ballad, "Old Grimes," written about 1818 by Albert Gorton Greene, an undergraduate of Brown University in Rhode Island, is in some respects an anticipation of Holmes s quaintly pathetic ".Last Leaf." The political literature and public oratory of the United States during this period, although not absolutely of less Political literature, importance than that which preceded and followed the Declaration of Independence and the adoption of the con stitution, demands less relative attention in a history of 88 Initial Studies in American Letters. "State Rights. The Liberator and Anti- slavery Society. John C. Calhoun. Henry Clay. literature by reason of the growth of other departments of thought. The age was a political one, but no longer exclu sively political. The debates of the time centered about the question of "State Rights," and the main forum of discussion was the old Senate chamber, then made illus trious by the presence of Clay, Webster, and Calhoun. The slavery question, which had threatened trouble, was put off for a while by the Missouri Compromise of 1820, only to break out more fiercely in the debates on the Wilmot Proviso and the Kansas and Nebraska Bill. Meanwhile the abolition movement had been transferred to the press and the platform. Garrison started his Liberator in 1830, and the Antislavery Society was founded in 1833. The Whig party, which had inherited the consti tutional principles of the old Federal party, advocated internal improvements at national expense and a high protective tariff. The State Rights party, which was strongest at the South, opposed those views, and in 1832 South Carolina claimed the right to "nullify" the tariff imposed by the general government. The leader of this party was John Caldwell Calhoun, a South Carolinian, who in his speech in the United States Senate, on February 13, 1832, on Nullification and the Force Bill, set forth most authoritatively the "Carolina doctrine." Cal houn was a great debater, but hardly a great orator. His speeches are the arguments of a lawyer and a strict consti tutionalist, severely logical, and with a sincere conviction in the soundness of his case. Their language is free from bad rhetoric ; the reasoning is cogent, but there is an absence of emotion and imagination ; they contain few quotable things, and no passages of commanding elo quence, such as strew the orations of Webster and Burke. They are not, in short, literature. Again, the speeches of Henry Clay, of Kentucky, the leader of the Whigs, whose The Era of National Expansion. persuasive oratory is a matter of tradition, disappoint in the reading. The fire has gone out of them. Not so with Daniel Webster, the greatest of American forensic orators, if, indeed, he be not the greatest of all Daniel Web- orators who have used the English tongue. Webster s speeches are of the kind that have power to move after the voice of the speaker is still. The thought and the passion in them lay hold on feelings of patriotism more lasting than the issues of the moment. It is, indeed, true of Web ster s speeches, as of all speeches, that they are known to posterity more by single brilliant passages than as wholes. In oratory the occasion is of the essence of the thing, and only those parts of an address which are permanent and His speeches of permanent universal in their appeal take their place in literature, literary value. But of such detachable passages there are happily many in Webster s orations. One great thought underlay all his public life, the thought of the Union of American nation ality. What in Hamilton had been a principle of political philosophy had become in Webster a passionate conviction. The Union was his idol, and he was intolerant of any faction which threatened it from any quarter, whether the nullifiers of South Carolina or the abolitionists of the North. It is this thought which gives grandeur and ele vation to all his utterances, and especially to the wonderful peroration of his " Reply to Hayne," on Mr. Foot s reso lution touching the sale of the public lands, delivered in the Senate on January 26, 1830, whose closing words, " Lib erty and union, now and forever, one and inseparable," became the rallying cry of a great cause. Similar in senti ment was his famous speech of March 7, 1850, " On the Constitution and the Union," which gave so much offense to the extreme Antislavery party, who held with Garrison that a constitution which protected slavery was "a league with death and a covenant with hell." It is not claiming too 90 Initial Studies in American Letters. Their influ ence in pre serving the Union. Webster s personality. Character of his eloquence. much for Webster to assert that the sentences of these and other speeches, memorized and declaimed by thousands of schoolboys throughout the North, did as much as any single influence to train up a generation in hatred of seces sion, and to send into the fields of the Civil War armies of men animated with the stern resolution to fight until the last drop of blood was shed, rather than allow the Union to be dissolved. The figure of this great senator is one of the most impos ing in American annals. The masculine force of his per sonality impressed itself upon men of widely differing natures upon the unworldly Emerson, and upon the cap tious Carlyle, whose respect was not willingly accorded to any contemporary, much less to a representative of Ameri can democracy. Webster s looks and manner were charac teristic. His form was massive, his skull and jaw solid, the under-lip projecting, and the mouth firmly and grimly shut ; his complexion was swarthy, and his black, deep-set eyes, under shaggy brows, glowed with a smoldering fire. He was rather silent in society ; his delivery in debate was grave and weighty, rather than fervid. His oratory was massive, and sometimes even ponderous. It may be ques tioned whether an American orator of to-day, with intel lectual abilities equal to Webster s if such a one there were would permit himself the use of sonorous and elabo rate pictures like the famous period which follows : " On this question of principle, while actual suffering was yet afar off, they raised their flag against a power to which, for purposes of foreign conquest and subjugation, Rome, in the height of her glory, is not to be compared a power which has dotted over the surface of the whole globe with her possessions and military posts, whose morning drum-beat, following the sun and keeping company with the hours, circles the earth with one continuous and unbroken strain The Era of National Expansion. 91 of the martial airs of England." The secret of this kind of oratory has been lost. The present generation distrusts rhetorical ornament and likes something swifter, simpler, and more familiar in its speakers. But everything in dec lamation of the sort, depends upon the way in which it is done. Webster did it supremely well ; a smaller man would merely have made buncombe of it. Among the legal orators of the time the foremost was Rufus Choate, an eloquent pleader, and, like Webster, a Rufus Choate. United States senator from Massachusetts. Some of his speeches, though excessively rhetorical, have literary qual ity, and are nearly as effective in print as Webster s own. Another Massachusetts orator, Edward Everett, who in his time was successively professor in Harvard College, Uni tarian minister in Boston, editor of the North American Review, member of both houses of Congress, minister to England, governor of his state, and president of Harvard, Everett. was a speaker of great finish and elegance. His addresses were mainly of the memorial and anniversary kind, and were rather lectures and Phi Beta Kappa prolusions than speeches. Everett was an instance of careful culture be stowed on a soil of no very great natural richness. It is doubtful whether his classical orations on Washington, the Republic, Bunker Hill Monument, and kindred themes, have enough of the breath of life in them to preserve them much longer in recollection. New England, during these years, did not take that lead ing part in the purely literary development of the country land s literary which iib afterward assumed. It had no names to match n against those of Irving and Cooper. Drake and Halleck slender as was their performance in point of quantity were better poets than the Boston bards, Charles Sprague, whose "Shakespeare Ode," delivered at the Boston theater in 1823, was locally famous ; and Richard Henry Dana, 92 Initial Studies in American Letters. whose longish narrative poem " The Buccaneer," 1827, once had admirers. But Boston has at 110 time been without a serious intellectual life of its own, nor without a circle of highly educated men of literary pursuits, even in default North Amer- of great geniuses. The North American Review, estab lished in 1815, though it has been wittily described as "ponderously revolving through space" for a few years after its foundation, did not exist in an absolute vacuum, but was scholarly, if somewhat heavy. Webster, to be sure, was a Massachusetts man as were Everett and Choate but his triumphs were won in the wider field of national politics. There was, however, a movement at this time, in the intellectual life of Boston and eastern Massachusetts, which, though not immediately contribu tory to the finer kinds of literature, prepared the way, by its clarifying and stimulating influences, for the eminent writers of the next generation. This was the Unitarian The Unitarian revolt against Puritan orthodoxy, in which William Ellery secession in ^ Massachu- Channmg was the principal leader. In a community so intensely theological as New England, it was natural that any new movement in thought should find its point of departure in the churches. Accordingly, the progress ive and democratic spirit of the age, which in other parts of the country took other shapes, assumed in Massachu setts the form of " liberal Christianity." Arminianism, Socinianism, and other phases of anti-Trinitarian doctrine had been latent in some of the Congregational churches of Massachusetts for a number of years. But about 1812 the heresy broke out openly, and within a few years from that date most of the oldest and wealthiest church societies of Boston and its vicinity had gone over to Unitarianism, and Harvard College had been captured, too. In the contro versy that ensued, and which was carried on in numer ous books, pamphlets, sermons, and periodicals, there were The Era of National Expansion. . 93 eminent disputants on both sides. So far as this contro versy was concerned with the theological doctrine of the Trinity it has no place in a history of literature. But the issue went far beyond that. Channing asserted the dignity William of human nature against the Calvinistic doctrine of innate charming, depravity, and affirmed the rights of human reason and man s capacity to judge of God. " We must start in re ligion from our own souls," he said. And in his " Moral Argument Against Calvinism," 1820, he wrote : " Nothing Argument is gained to piety by degrading human nature, for in the competency of this nature to know and judge of God all piety has its foundation." In opposition to Edvvards s doc trine of necessity he emphasized the freedom of the will. He maintained that the Calvinistic dogmas of original sin, foreordination, election by grace, and eternal punishment were inconsistent with the divine perfection, and made God a monster. In Channing s view the great sanction of relig ious truth is the moral sanction, is its agreement with the laws of conscience. He was a passionate vindicator of the liberty of the individual, not only as against political oppres sion, but against the tyranny of public opinion over thought and conscience : " We were made for free action. This alone is life, and enters into all that is good and great." This jealous love of freedom inspired all that he did and wrote. It led him to join the Antislavery party. It expressed itself in his elaborate arraignment of Napoleon in the Uni tarian organ, the Christian Examiner, for 1827-28 ; in his "Remarks on Associations," and his paper "On the Char- acter and Writings of John Milton," 1826. This was his most considerable contribution to literary criticism. It took for a text Milton s recently discovered "Treatise on Christian Doctrine" the tendency of which was anti- Trinitarian but it began with a general defense of poetry against " those who are accustomed to speak of poetry as 94 Initial Studies in American Letters. Liberal belles-lettres. Channing s Literature. light reading." This would now seem a somewhat super- fluous introduction to an article in any American review. But it shows tlie na ture of the milieu through which the liberal movement in Boston had to make its way. To re assert the dignity and usefulness of the beautiful arts, was, perhaps, the chief service which the Massachusetts Uni tarians rendered to humanism. The traditional prejudice of the Puritans against the ornamental side of life had to be softened before polite literature could find a congenial atmosphere in New England. In Channing s " Remarks on National Literature," reviewing a work published in 1823, ^e agkg the q ues tion, " Do we possess what may be called a national literature?" and answers it, by implication at least, in the negative. That we do now possess a national literature is in great part due to the influence of Channing and his associates, although his own writings, being in the main controversial, and of temporary interest, may not take rank among the permanent treasures of that literature. 1. WASHINGTON IRVING : " Knickerbocker s History of New York"; "The Sketch Book"; " Bracebridge Hall Tales of a Traveler The Alhambra Life of Oliver Goldsmith." 2. JAMES FENIMORE COOPER: "The Spy"; "The Pilot " ; " The Bed Rover " ; " The Leatherstocking Tales." 3. DANIEL WEBSTER : " Great Speeches and Orations." 4. WILLIAM ELLERY CHANNING: "The Character and Writings of John Milton " ; " The Life and Character of Napoleon Bonaparte" ; " Slavery." [Vols. I. and II. of the "Works of William E. Channing." Boston : 1841.] 5. JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE : " The Culprit Fay " ; " The American Flag." [" Selected Poems." New York : 1835.] 6. FITZ-GREENE HALLEGK : " Marco Bozzaris "; "Aln- wick Castle"; "On the Death of Drake." ["Poems." New York: 1827.] CHAPTER IV. THE CONCORD WRITERS 1837-1861. THERE has been but one movement in the history of the American mind which has given to literature a group of The humani- , , f tarian move- writers having coherence enough to merit the name or a m ent m New school. This was the great humanitarian movement, or series of movements, in New England, which, beginning . in the Unitarianism of Channing, ran through its later phase in transcendentalism, and spent its last strength in the antislavery agitation and the enthusiasms of the Civil War. The second stage of this intellectual and social revolt was transcendentalism, of which Emerson wrote in 1842 : " The history of genius and of religion in these times will be the history of this tendency." It culminated about 1840-41 in the establishment of The Dial and the Brook Farm Community, although Emerson had given the signal a few years before in his little volume entitled "Nature," 1836, his Phi Beta Kappa address at Harvard on "The American Scholar," 1837, and his address in 1838 before the Divinity School at Cambridge. Ralph Waldo Emerson Ralph Waldo (1803-82) was the prophet of the sect, and Concord was its Mecca ; but the influence of the new ideas was not confined to the little group of professed transcendentalists ; it ex tended to all the young writers within reach, who struck ^ their roots deeper into the soil that it had loosened and freshened. We owe to it, in great measure, not merely Em erson, Alcott, Margaret Fuller, and Thoreau, but Haw thorne, Lowell, Whittier, and Holmes. 95 96 Initial Studies in American Letters. What is transcenden talism? New spirit of inquiry and dissent. Novelties of doctrine. Iii its strictest sense transcendentalism was a restate ment of the idealistic philosophy, and an application of its beliefs to religion, nature, and life. But in a looser sense, and as including the more outward manifestations which drew popular attention the most strongly, it was the name given to that spirit of dissent and protest, of universal in quiry and experiment, which marked the third and fourth decades of this century in America, and especially in New England. The movement was contemporary with polit ical revolutions in Europe and with the preaching of many novel gospels in religion, in sociology, in science, education, medicine, and hygiene. New sects were formed, like the Swedeiiborgians, Universalists, Spiritualists, Millerites, Second Adventists, Shakers, Mormons, and Come-outers, some of whom believed in trances, miracles, and direct rev elations from the divine Spirit ; others in the quick coming of Christ, as deduced from the opening of the seals and the number of the beasts in the Apocalypse ; and still others in the reorganization of society and of the family on a dif ferent basis. New systems of education were tried, sug gested by the writings of the Swiss reformer, Pestalozzi, and others. The pseudo-sciences of mesmerism and of phre nology, as taught by Gall and Spurzheim, had numerous followers. In medicine, homeopathy, hydropathy, and what Dr. Holmes calls "kindred delusions," made many disciples. Numbers of persons, influenced by the doctrines of Graham and other vegetarians, abjured the use of animal food, as injurious not only to health but to a finer spiritu ality. Not a few refused to vote or pay taxes. The writ ings of Fourier and Saint-Simon were translated, and so cieties were established where cooperation and a community of goods should take the place of selfish competition. About the year 1840 there were some thirty of these "phalansteries" in America, many of which had their The Concord Writers. organs in the shape of weekly or monthly journals, which Phalansterles advocated the principle of association. The best known of communities these was probably The Harbinger, the mouthpiece of the famous Brook Farm Community, which was founded at West Roxbury, Mass., in 1841, and lasted till 1847. The Brook Farm, head man of Brook Farm was George Ripley, a Unitarian clergyman, who had resigned his pulpit in Boston to go into the movement, and who after its failure became and remained for many years literary editor of the New York Tribune. Among his associates were Charles A. Dana now the editor of The Sun Margaret Fuller, Nathaniel Hawthorne, and others not unknown to fame. The Har binger, which ran from 1845 to 1849 two years after the break-up of the community, had among its contributors many who were not Brook Farmers, but who sympathized more or less with the experiment. Of the number were Horace Greeley, Dr. F. H. Hedge, who did so much to in troduce American readers to German literature, J. S. Dwight, the musical critic, C. P. Cranch, the poet, and younger men, like G. W. Curtis and T. W. Higginson. A reader of to-day, looking into an odd volume of The Har- The ff ar b in . binger, will find in it some stimulating writing, together ger with a great deal of unintelligible talk about " harmonic unity," " love germination," and other matters now fallen silent. The most important literary result of this experiment at u plain living and high thinking," with its queer mixture of culture and agriculture, was Hawthorne s "Blithedale Romance," which has for its background an id ealized picture of the community life ; whose heroine, Hawthorne s Zenobia, has touches of Margaret Fuller, and whose hero, with his hobby of prison reform, was a type of the one- idea d philanthropist that abounded in such an environ ment. Hawthorne s attitude was always in part one of Initial Studies in American Letters. reserve and criticism, an attitude which is apparent in the reminiscences of Brook Farm in his American Note Books," wherein he speaks with a certain resentment of " Miss Fuller s transcendental heifer," which hooked the other cows, and was evidently to Hawthorne s mind not unsymbolic in this respect of Miss Fuller herself. It was the day of seers and "Orphic" utterances; the air was full of the enthusiasm of humanity and thick with New England philanthropic projects and plans for the regeneration of the universe. The figure of the wild-eyed, long-haired re former the man with a panacea the " crank " of our later terminology became a familiar one. He abounded at non- resistance conventions and meetings of universal peace societies and of woman s rights associations. The move ment had its grotesque aspects, which Lowell has described in his essay on Thoreau. " Bran had its apostles and the pre-sartorial simplicity of Adam its martyrs, tailored im promptu from the tar-pot. . . . Not a few impecunious zealots abjured the use of money (unless earned by other people), professing to live on the internal revenues of the spirit. . . . Communities were established where every thing was to be common but common sense." This ferment has long since subsided, and much of what was then seething has gone off in vapor or other volatile products. But some very solid matters have also been pre cipitated, some crystals of poetry, translucent, symmetrical, enduring. The immediate practical outcome was disap pointing, and the external hfstory of the agitation is a rec ord of failed experiments, spurious sciences, Utopian phi losophies, and sects founded only to dwindle away or to be reabsorbed into some form of orthodoxy. In the eyes of the conservative, or the worldly-minded, or of the plain people who could not understand the enigmatic utterances of the reformers, the dangerous or ludicrous sides of tran- Practical out come of the movement unimportant. The Concord Writers. 99 scendentalism were naturally uppermost. Nevertheless the movement was but a new avatar of the old Puritan spirit ; its moral earnestness, its spirituality, its tenderness for the Transcenden- individual conscience. Puritanism, too, in its day had run opmentof Puritanism, into grotesque extremes. Emerson bore about the same relation to the absurder outcroppings of transcendentalism that Milton bore to the New Lights, Ranters, Fifth Mon archy Men, etc., of his time. There is in him that ming ling of idealism with an abiding sanity, and even a Yankee Spirituality shrewdness, which characterizes the race. The practical, England inventive, calculating, money-getting side of the Yankee has been made sufficiently obvious. But the deep heart of New England is full of dreams, mysticism, romance : "And in the day of sacrifice, When heroes piled the pyre, The dismal Massachusetts ice Burned more than others fire." The one element which the odd and eccentric develop ments of this movement shared in common with the real Transcenden talism a re- philosophy of transcendentalism was the rejection of assertion of ^ J J the private authority and the appeal to the private consciousness as the conscience. sole standard of truth and right. This principle certainly lay in the ethical systems of Kant and Fichte, the great transcendentalists of Germany. It had been strongly asserted by Channing. Nay, it was the starting-point of puritanism itself, which had drawn away from the cere monial religion of the English Church, and by its Congre gational system had made each church society independent in doctrine and worship. And although Puritan ortho doxy in New England had grown rigid and dogmatic it had never used the weapons of obscurantism. By encouraging education to the utmost, it had shown its willingness to submit its beliefs to the fullest discussion and had put into the hands of dissent the means with which to attack them. 100 Initial Studies in American Letters. Progressive Unitarianism. Humanistic view of Christianity. In its theological aspect transcendentalism was a depart ure from conservative Unitarianism, as that had been from Calvinism. From Edwards to Channing, from Channing to Emerson and Theodore Parker, there was a natural and logical unfolding ; not logical in the sense that Channing accepted Edwards s premises and pushed them out to their conclusions, or that Parker accepted all of Channing s premises, but in the sense that the rigid pushing out of Edwards s premises into their conclusions by himself and his followers had brought about a moral reductio ad absurdum and* a state of opinion against which Channing rebelled; and that Channing, as it seemed to Parker, stopped short in the carrying out of his own principles. Thus the "Channing Unitarians," while denying that Christ was God, had held that he was of divine nature, was the Son of God, and had existed before he came into the world. While rejecting the doctrine of the " vicarious sacrifice " they maintained that Christ was a mediator and intercessor, and that his supernatural nature was testified by miracles. For Parker and Emerson it was easy to take the step to the assertion that Christ was a good and great man, divine only in the sense that God possessed him more fully than any other man known in history ; that it was his preaching and example that brought salvation to men, and not any special mediation or intercession, and that his own words and acts, and not miracles, are the only and the sufficient witness to his mission. In the view of the tran- scendentalists, Christ was as human as Buddha, Socrates, or Confucius, and the Bible was but one among the "Ethnical Scriptures," or sacred writings of the peoples, passages from which were published in the transcendental organ, The Dial. As against these new yiews, Channing Unitarianism oc cupied already a conservative position. The Unitarians The Concord Writers. 101 as a body had never been very numerous outside of e&$trty , Massachusetts. They had a few churches i/i j New> York;,-, ;>, . and in the larger cities and towns elsewhere, but ihe-seet, J > J > as such, was a local one. Orthodoxy made a sturdy fight against the heresy, under leaders like Leonard Woods and Moses Stewart, of Andover, and Lyman Beecher, of Con necticut. In the neighboring state of Connecticut, for ex ample, there was until lately, for a period of several years, no distinctly Unitarian congregation worshiping in a church edifice of its own. On the other hand, the Unita rians claimed, with justice, that their opinions had, to a great extent, modified the theology of the orthodox churches. The writings of Horace Bushnell, of Hartford, Modified Calvinism, one of the most eminent Congregational divines, approach Uiiitarianism in their interpretation of the doctrine of the atonement ; and the " progressive orthodoxy " of Andover is certainly not the Calvinism of Thomas Hooker or of Jonathan Edwards. But it seemed to the transcendentalists that conservative Unitarianism was too negative and " cul tured," and Margaret Fuller complained of the coldness of the Boston pulpits ; while, contrariwise, the central thought of transcendentalism, that the soul has an imme diate connection with God, was pronounced by Dr. Chan- ning a "crude speculation." This was the thought of Emerson s address in 1838 before the Cambridge Divinity School, and it was at once made the object of attack by conservative Unitarians like Henry Ware and Andrews Norton. The latter, in an address before the same audience, on " The Latest Form of Infidelity," said : "Nothing is left that can be called Christianity if its miraculous char- Andrews Nor ton s reply to acter be denied. . . There can be no intuition, 110 Emerson s "Address be- direct perception, of the truth of Christianity." And in a fore the Cam- J bridge Divin- pamphlet supporting the same side of the question he, ity School." .added : " It is not an intelligible error, but a mere absurd- 102 Initial Studies in American Letters. Emerson s withdrawal from the pulpit. Theodore Parker. German philosophy in New England. iiy,; tja> maintain that we are conscious, or have an intuitive knowledge, xif. the being of God, of our own immortality, . i. 1 * */ *>r -o any other fact of religion." Ripley and Par ker replied in Emerson s defense; but Emerson himself would never be drawn into controversy. He said that he could not argue. He announced truths , his method was that of the seer, not of the disputant. In 1832 Emerson, who was a Unitarian clergyman and descended from eight generations of clergymen, had re signed the pastorate of the Second Church of Boston be cause he could not conscientiously administer the sacra ment of the communion which he regarded as a mere act of commemoration in the sense in which it was under stood by his parishioners. Thenceforth, though he some times occupied Unitarian pulpits, and was, indeed, all his life a kind of "lay preacher," he never assumed the pas torate of a church. The representative of transcendental ism in the pulpit was Theodore Parker, an eloquent preacher, an eager debater, and a prolific writer on many subjects, whose collected works fill fourteen volumes. Parker was a man of strongly human traits, passionate, independent, intensely religious, but intensely radical, who made for himself a large personal following. The more advanced wing of the Unitarians were called after him, " Parkerites." Many of the Unitarian churches refused to "fellowship " with him ; and the large congregation, or audience, which assembled in Music Hall to hear his ser mons, was stigmatized as a "boisterous assembly" which came to hear Parker preach irreligion. It has been said that, on its philosophical side, New Eng land transcendentalism was a restatement of idealism. The impulse came from Germany, from the philosophical writings of Kant, Fichte, Jacobi, and Schelling, and from the works of Coleridge and Carlyle, who had domesticated The Concord Writers. 103 German thought in England. In Channing s " Remarks on a National Literature," quoted in our last chapter, the essayist urged that our scholars should study the authors of France and Germany as one means of emancipating American letters from a slavish dependence on British lit erature. And, in fact, German literature began, not long after, to be eagerly studied in New England. Emerson published an American edition of Carlyle s "Miscellanies," including his essays on German writers that had appeared in England between 1822 and 1830. In 1838 Rlpley began George to publish "Specimens of Foreign Standard Literature," "Specimens of Foreign which extended to fourteen volumes. In his work of standard Literature." translating and supplying introductions to the matter se lected, he was helped by Margaret Fuller, John S. Dwight, and others who had more or less connection with the tran scendental movement. The definition of the new faith given by Emerson in his Transcen( ien- lecture on "The Transcendentalist," 1842, is as follows: " What is popularly called transcendentalism among us is idealism. . . . The idealism of the present day acquired the name of transcendental from the use of that term by Immanuel Kant, who replied to the skeptical philosophy of Locke, which insisted that there was nothing in the intel lect which was not previously in the experience of the senses, by showing that there was a very important class of ideas, or imperative forms, which did not come by experi ence, but through which experience was acquired ; that these were intuitions of the mind itself, and he denom inated them transcendental forms." Idealism denies the independent existence of matter. Transcendentalism claims for the innate ideas of God and the soul a higher assurance of reality than for the knowledge of the outside world derived through the senses. Emerson shares the " noble doubt of idealism." He calls the universe a shade, 104 Initial Studies in American Letters. Emerson an idealist. The " O.ver- soul." Emerson s " The Tran- scendental- ist." a dream, " this great, apparition." " It is a sufficient ac count of that appearance we call the world," he wrote in "Nature," "that God will teach a human mind, and so makes it the receiver of a certain number of congruent sensations which we call sun and moon, man and woman, house and trade. In my utter impotence to test the authen ticity of the report of my senses, to know whether the im pressions on me correspond with outlying objects, what difference does it make whether Orion is up there in heaven or some god paints the image in the firmament of the soul? " On the other hand, our evidence of the existence of God and of our own souls, and our knowledge of right and wrong, are immediate, and are independent of the senses. We are in direct communication with the "Over- soul," the infinite Spirit. "The soul in man is the back ground of our being an immensity not possessed, that cannot be possessed." "From within or from behind, a light shines through us upon things, and makes us aware that we are nothing, but the light is all." Revelation is " an influx of the divine mind into our mind. It is an ebb of the individual rivulet before the flowing surges of the sea of life." In moods of exultation, and especially in the presence of nature, this contact of the individual soul with the absolute is felt. "All mean egotism vanishes. I be come a transparent eyeball ; I am nothing ; I see all ; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me ; I am part and particle of God." The existence and attri butes of God are not deducible from history or from nat ural theology, but are thus directly given us in conscious ness. In his essay on "The Transcendentalist " Emerson says: "His experience inclines him to behold the pro cession of facts you call the world as flowing perpetually outward from an invisible, unsounded center in himself; center alike of him and of them, and necessitating him to NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE. THEODORE PARKER. H ENRY DAVID THOREAU. MARGARET FULLER. The Concord Writers. 105 regard all things as having a subjective or relative exist encerelative to that aforesaid Unknown Center of him. There is no bar or wall in the soul where man, the effect, ceases, and God, the cause, begins. We lie open on one side to the deeps of spiritual nature, to the attributes of God." Emerson s point of view, though familiar to students of philosophy, is strange to the popular understanding, and Emergon not hence has arisen the complaint of his obscurity. More- a formal philosopher. over, he apprehended and expressed these ideas as a poet, in figurative and emotional language, and not as a meta physician, in a formulated statement. His own position in relation to systematic philosophers is described in what he says of Plato, in his series of sketches entitled "Repre sentative Men," 1850 : " He has not a system. The dearest disciples and defenders are at fault. He attempted a theory of the universe, and his theory is not complete or self- evident. One man thinks he means this, and another that ; he has said one thing in one place, and the reverse of it in another place." It happens, therefore, that, to many students of more formal philosophies, Emerson s meaning seems elusive, and he appears -to write from temporary moods and to contradict himself. Had he attempted a rea soned exposition of the transcendental philosophy, instead of writing essays and poems, he might have added one more to the number of system-mongers ; but he would not have j^J lnfl " ence taken that significant place which he occupies in the gen eral literature of the time, nor exerted that wide influence upon younger writers which has been one of the stimulat ing forces in American thought. It was because Emerson was a poet that he is our Emerson. And yet it would be impossible to disentangle his peculiar philosophical ideas from the body of his writings and to leave the latter to stand upon their merits as literature merely. He is the 106 Initial Studies in American Letters. Residence at Concord. " Emerson, the lecturer." "Nature," 1836. poet of certain high abstractions, and his religion is central to all his work excepting, perhaps, his " English Traits," 1856, an acute study of national characteristics ; and a few of his essays and verses, which are independent of any particular philosophical standpoint. When Emerson resigned his parish in 1832 he made a short trip to Europe, where he visited Carlyle at Craigen- puttock and Lander at Florence. On his return he retired to the village of Concord, Massachusetts, and settled down among his books and his fields, becoming a sort of u glori fied farmer," but issuing frequently from his retirement to instruct arid delight audiences of thoughtful people at Boston and at other points all through the country. Em erson was the perfection of a lyceum lecturer. His manner was quiet but forcible, his voice of charming quality, and his enunciation clean-cut and refined. The sentence was his unit in composition. His lectures seemed to begin any where and to end anywhere and to resemble strings of ex quisitely polished sayings rather than continuous dis courses. His printed essays, with unimportant exceptions, were first written and delivered as lectures. In 1836 he published his first book, "Nature," which remains the most systematic statement of his philosophy. It opened a fresh spring-head in American thought, and the words of its introduction announced that its author had broken with the past. "Why should not we also enjoy an orig inal relation to the universe ? Why should not we have a poetry and philosophy of insight and not of tradition, and a religion by revelation to us and not the history of theirs?" It took eleven years to sell five hundred copies of this little book. But the year following its publication the re markable Phi Beta Kappa address at Cambridge, on " The American Scholar," electrified the little public of the uni- The Concord Writers. 107 versity. This is described by Lowell as u an event without <<The Ameri . any former parallel in our literary annals, a scene to be can Scholar. always treasured in the memory for its picturesqueness and its inspiration. What crowded and breathless aisles, what windows clustering with eager heads, what grim silence of foregone dissent!" To Concord came many kindred spirits, drawn by Emerson s magnetic attraction. Thither came, from Connecticut, Amos Bronson Alcott, born a few Amos Bron- years before Emerson, whom he outlived ; a quaint and son Alcott - benignant figure, a visionary and a mystic even among the transcendentalists themselves, and one who lived in un worldly simplicity the life of the soul. Alcott had taught school at Cheshire, Conn., and afterward at Boston on an original plan compelling his scholars, for example, to flog Mm, when they did wrong, instead of taking a flogging themselves. The experiment was successful until his a Conversations on the Gospels," in Boston, and his in sistence upon admitting colored children to his benches, offended conservative opinion and broke up his school. Alcott renounced the eating of animal food in 1835. He believed in the union of thought and manual labor, and supported himself for some years by the work of his hands, gardening, cutting wood, etc. He traveled into the West and elsewhere, holding conversations on philosophy, edu cation, and religion. He set up a little community at the village of Harvard, Massachusetts, which was rather less successful than Brook Farm, and he contributed " Orphic Sayings" to The Dial, which were harder for the exoteric to understand than even Emerson s "Brahma," or "The Over-soul." Thither came, also, Sarah Margaret Fuller, the most in- , Margaret tellectual woman of her time in America, an eager student Fuller, of Greek and German literature and an ardent seeker after the true, the good, and the beautiful. She threw herself 108 Initial Studies in American Letters. "Woman in the Nine teenth Cen tury." Nathaniel Hawthorne at Concord. into many causes such as temperance and the higher edu cation of women. Her brilliant conversation classes in Boston attracted many "minds" of her own sex. Subse quently, as literary editor of the New York Tribune, she furnished a wider public with reviews and book notices of great ability. She took part in the Brook Farm experi ment, and she edited The Dial for a time, contributing to it the papers afterward expanded into her most consider able book, "Woman in the Nineteenth Century." In 1846 she went abroad, and at Home took part in the revolution ary movement of Mazzini, having charge of one of the hospitals during the siege of the city by the French. In 1847 she married an impecunious Italian nobleman, the Mar quis Ossoli. In 1850 the ship on which she was returning to America, with her husband and child, was wrecked on Fire Island beach and all three were lost. Margaret Ful ler s collected writings are somewhat disappointing, being mainly of temporary interest. She lives less through her books than through the memoirs of her friends, Emerson, James Freeman Clarke, T. W. Higginson, and others who knew her as a personal influence. Her strenuous and rather overbearing individuality made an impression not altogether agreeable upon many of her contemporaries. Lowell introduced a caricature of her as " Miranda" into his " Fable for Critics," and Hawthorne s caustic sketch of her, preserved in the biography written by his son, has given great offense to her admirers. "Such a determina tion to eat this huge universe !" was Carlyle s character istic comment on her appetite for knowledge and aspira tions after perfection. To Concord also came Nathaniel Hawthorne, who took up his residence there first at the " Old Manse," and after ward at "The Wayside." Though naturally an idealist, he said that he came too late to Concord to fall decidedly The Concord Writers. 109 under Emerson s influence. Of that he would have stood in little danger even had he come earlier. He appreciated the deep and subtle quality of Emerson s imagination, but his own shy genius always jealously guarded its independence and resented the too close approaches of an alien mind. Among the native disciples of Emerson at Concord the most noteworthy were Henry Thoreau, and his friend and biog rapher, William Ellery Channing, Jr., a nephew of the Wm. Eiiery great Channing. Channing was a contributor to The Dial, and he published a volume of poems which elicited a fiercely contemptuous review from Edgar Poe. Though disfigured by affectation and obscurity, many of Chan- iiing s verses were distinguished by true poetic feeling, and the last line of his little piece, "A Poet s Hope," " If my bark sink tis to another sea," has taken a permanent place in the literature of tran scendentalism. The private organ of the transcendentalists was The Dial, The ixal. a quarterly magazine, published from 1840 to 1844, and edited by Emerson and Margaret Fuller. Among its con tributors, besides those already mentioned, were Ripley, Thoreau, Parker, James Freeman Clarke, Charles A. Dana, John S. Dwight, C. P. Cranch, Charles Emerson, and Wil liam H. Channing, another nephew of Dr. Channing. It contained, along with a good deal of rubbish, some of the best poetry and prose that have been published in America. The most lasting part of its contents was the contributions of Emerson and Thoreau. But even as a whole it was a unique way-mark in the history of our literature. From time to time Emerson collected and published his Emerson s lectures under various titles. A first series of "Essays" writings. came out in 1841, and a second in 1844; the "Conduct of Life," in 1860 ; "Society and Solitude," in 1870 ; " Letters and Social Aims" in 1876, and "The Fortune of the Re- 110 Initial Studies in American Letters. public " in 1878. In 1847 he issued a volume of " Poems," and in 1865 "Mayday and Other Poems." These writings, as a whole, were variations on a single theme, expansions and illustrations of the philosophy set forth in "Nature" and his early addresses. They were strikingly original, rich in thought, filled with wisdom, with lofty morality and spiritual religion. Emerson, said Lowell, first " cut the cable that bound us to English thought and gave us a chance at the dangers and glories of blue water." Never theless, as it used to be the fashion to find an English analogue for every American writer, so that Cooper was called the American Scott, and Mrs. Sigourney was de scribed as the Hemans of America, a well-worn critical Emerson and tradition has coupled Emerson with Carlyle. That his mind received a nudge from Carlyle s early essays and from " Sartor Resartus " is beyond a doubt. They were life-long friends and correspondents, and Emerson s " Representa tive Men" is, in some sort, a counterpart of Carlyle s " Hero Worship." But in temper and style the two writ ers were widely different. Carlyle s pessimism and dissat isfaction with the general drift of things gained upon him more and more, while Emerson was a consistent optimist to the end. The last of his writings published during his life time, "The Fortune of the Republic," contrasts strangely in its hopefulness with the desperation of Carlyle s later utter ances. Even in presence of the doubt as to man s personal immortality he takes refuge in a high and stoical faith. " I think all sound minds rest on a certain preliminary con viction, namely, that if it be best that conscious personal life shall continue it will continue, and if not best, then it will not ; and we, if we saw the whole, should of course see that it was better so." It is this conviction that gives to Emerson s writings their serenity and their tonic quality at the same time that it narrows the range of his dealings The Concord Writers. Ill with life. As the idealist declines to cross-examine those Eme rson s facts which he regards as merely phenomenal, and looks opt11 upon this outward face of things as upon a mask not worthy to dismay the fixed soul, so the optimist turns away his eyes from the evil which he disposes of as merely nega tive, as the shadow of the good. Hawthorne s interest in the problem of sin finds little place in Emerson s philoso phy. Passion comes not nigh him, and " Faust " disturbs him with its disagreeableness. Pessimism is to him "the only skepticism." The greatest literature is that which is most broadly Emerson s human, or, in other words, that which will square best genius in terpretative. with all philosophies. But Emerson s genius was inter pretative rather than constructive. The poet dwells in the cheerful world of phenomena. He is most the poet who realizes most intensely the good and the bad of human life. But idealism makes experience shadowy and subor dinates action to contemplation. To it the cities of men, with their "frivolous populations," " are but sailing foam-bells Along thought s causing stream." Shakespeare does not forget that the world will one day vanish "like the baseless fabric of a vision," and that we ourselves are "such stuff as dreams are made on"; but Not a great constructive this is not the mood in which he dwells. Again : while it artist. is for the philosopher to reduce variety to unity, it is the poet s task to detect the manifold under uniformity. In the great creative poets, in Shakespeare and Dante and Goethe, how infinite the swarm of persons, the multitude of forms ! But with Emerson the type is important, the common element. " In youth we are mad for persons. But the larger experience of man discovers the identical nature appearing through them all." "The same the same ! " he exclaims in his essay on Plato. " Friend and 112 Initial Studies in American Letters. " English Traits." "Representa tive Men." Emerson a poet- philosopher. His verse. foe are of one stuff; the plowman, the plow, and the fur row are of one stuff." And this is the thought in " Brahma " : " They reckon ill who leave me out ; When me they fly I am the wings ; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings." It is not easy to fancy a writer who holds this attitude toward "persons" descending to the composition of a novel or a play. Emerson showed, indeed, a fine power of character analysis in his "English Traits" and "Repre sentative Men " and in his memoirs of Thoreau and Mar garet Fuller. There is even a sort of dramatic humor in his portrait of Socrates. But upon the whole he stands midway between constructive artists, whose instinct it is to tell a story or sing a song, and philosophers, like Schell- ing, who give poetic expression to a system of thought. He belongs to the class of minds of which Sir Thomas Browne is the best English example. He set a high value upon Browne, to whose style his own, though far more sententious, bears a resemblance. Browne s saying, for ex ample, "All things are artificial, for nature is the art of God," sounds like Emerson, whose workmanship, for the rest, in his prose essays was exceedingly fine and close. He was not afraid to be homely and racy in expressing thought of the highest spirituality. " Hitch your wagon to a star," is a good instance of his favorite manner. Emerson s verse often seems careless in technique. Most of his pieces are scrappy and have the air of runic rimes, or little oracular "voicings" as they say at Concord in rhythmic shape, of single thoughts on " Worship," "Char acter," "Heroism," "Art," "Politics," "Culture," etc. The content is the important thing, and the form is too frequently awkward or bald. Sometimes, indeed, in the The Concord Writers. 113 clear-obscure of Emerson s poetry, the deep wisdom of the thought finds its most natural expression in the imagina tive simplicity of the language. But though this artless- ness in him became too frequently in his imitators, like Thoreau and Ellery Channing, an obtruded simplicity, among his own poems are many that leave nothing to be desired in point of wording and of verse. His "Hymn The "Concord Sung at the Completion of the Concord Monument," in y 1836, is the perfect model of an occasional poem. Its lines were on everyone s lips at the time of the centennial cele brations in 1876, and the ** shot heard round the world " has hardly echoed farther than the song which chronicled it. Equally current is the stanza from u Voluntaries " : " So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, * Thou must, The youth replies, 4 I can. " So, too, the famous lines from " The Problem " : i e S 1 " Pr0l> " The hand that rounded Peter s dome, And groined the aisles of Christian Rome, Wrought in a sad sincerity. Himself from God he could not free ; He builded better than he knew ; The conscious stone to beauty grew." The most noteworthy of Emerson s pupils was Henry David Thoreau, " the poet naturalist." After his gradu- Thoreau. aV] ation from Harvard College, in 1837, Thoreau engaged in school-teaching and in the manufacture of lead-pencils, but soon gave up all regular business and devoted himself to walking, reading, and the study of nature. He was at one time private tutor in a family on Staten Island, and he supported himself for a season by doing odd jobs in land- surveying for the farmers about Concord. In 1845 he built, with his own hands, a small cabin on the banks of Walden His Walden Pond, near Concord, and lived there in seclusion for two hermitage. 114 Initial Studies in American Letters. Published writings. His closeness to nature. His love of the wild. years. His expenses during these years were nine cents a day, and he gave an account of his experiment in his most characteristic book, "Walden," published in 1854. His "Week on the Concord and Merrimac Rivers " appeared in 1849. From time to time he went farther afield, and his journeys were reported in "Cape Cod," the "Maine Woods," "Excursions," and "A Yankee in Canada," all of which, as well as a volume of " Letters " and "Early Spring in Massachusetts," have been given to the public since his death, which happened in 1862. No one has lived so close to nature, and written of it so intimately, as Thoreau. His life was a lesson in economy and a sermon on Emerson s text, "Lessen your denominator." He wished to reduce existence to the simplest terms to " live all alone Close to the bone, And where life is sweet Constantly eat." He had a passion for the wild, and seems- like an Anglo- Saxon reversion to the type of the Red Indian. The most distinctive note in Thoreau is his inhumanity. Emerson spoke of him as a "perfect piece of stoicism." "Man," said Thoreau, " is only the point on which I stand." He strove to realize the objective life of nature nature in its aloofness from man ; to identify himself with the moose and the mountain. He listened, with his ear close to the ground, for the voice of the earth. "What are the trees saying?" he exclaimed. Following upon the trail of the lumberman, he asked the primeval wilderness for its secret, and " saw beneath dim aisles in odorous beds, The slight linnsea hang its twin-born heads." He tried to interpret the thought of Ktaadn and to fathom the meaning of the billows on the back of Cape Cod, in The Concord Writers. 115 their indifference to the shipwrecked bodies that they rolled ashore. " After sitting in my chamber many days, reading the poets, I have been out early on a foggy morn ing and heard the cry of an owl in the neighboring wood as from a nature behind the common, unexplored by sci ence or by literature. None of the feathered race has yet realized my youthful conceptions of the woodland depths. I had seen the red election birds brought from their re cesses on my comrade s string, and fancied that their plumage would assume stranger and more dazzling colors, like the tints of evening, in proportion as I advanced farther into the darkness and solitude of the forest. Still less have I seen such strong and wild tints on any poet s string." It was on the mystical side that Thoreau apprehended Tiioreau a transcendentalism. Mysticism has been defined as the S252S1 soul s recognition of its identity with nature. This thought lies plainly in Schelling s philosophy, and he illustrated it by his famous figure of the magnet. Mind and nature are one ; they are the positive and negative poles of the magnet. In man, the Absolute that is, God becomes conscious of himself ; makes of himself, as na ture, an object to himself as mind. "The souls of men," said Schelling, "are but the innumerable individual eyes with which our infinite World-Spirit beholds him self." This thought is also clearly present in Emerson s view of nature, and has caused him to be accused of Resemblance pantheism. But if by pantheism is meant the doctrine anc t Thoreau a that the underlying principle of the universe is matter or force, none of the transcendentalists was a panthe- ist. In their view nature was divine. Their poetry is always haunted by the sense of a spiritual reality which abides beyond the phenomena. Thus in Emerson s " Two Rivers" : 116 Initial Studies in American Letters. "Two Rivers." Thoreau spiritualizes nature. "Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, * Repeats the music of the rain, But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee as thou through Concord plain. " Thou in thy narrow banks art pent : The stream I love unbounded goes ; Through flood and sea and firmament, Through light, through life, it forward flows. " I see the inundation sweet, I hear the spending of the stream, Through years, through men, through nature fleet, Through passion, thought, through power and dream." This mood occurs frequently in Thoreau. The hard world of matter becomes suddenly all fluent and spiritual, and he sees himself in it sees God. "This earth," he cries, "which is spread out like a map around me, is but the lining of my inmost soul exposed." " In me is the sucker that I see " ; and, of Walden Pond, I am its stony shore, And the breeze that passes o er." " Suddenly old Time winked at me ah, you know me, you rogue and news had come that IT was well. That ancient universe is in such capital health, I think, un doubtedly it will never die. . . . I see, smell, taste, hear, feel that everlasting something to which we are allied, at once our maker, our abode, our destiny, our very selves." It was something ulterior that Thoreau sought in nature. "The other world," he wrote, " is all my art : my pencils will draw no other : my jack-knife will cut nothing else." Thoreau did not scorn, however, like Emerson, to " exam ine too microscopically the universal tablet." He was a close observer and accurate reporter of the ways of birds and plants and the minuter aspects of nature. He has had many followers, who have produced much pleasant litera ture on outdoor life. But in none of them is there that * The Indian name of Concord River. The Concord Writers. 117 unique combination of the poet, the naturalist, and the The poet- mystic which gives his page its wild, original flavor. He naturalist -" had the woodcraft of a hunter and the eye of a botanist, but his imagination did not stop short with the fact. The sound of a tree falling in the Maine woods was to him "as though a door had shut somewhere in the damp and shaggy wilderness." He saw small things in cosmic relations. His trip down the tame Concord has for the reader the excite- imaginative ment of a voyage of exploration into far and unknown re- fJmtiTar nt f gions. The river just above Sherman s Bridge, in time of P&enomena. flood " when the wind blows freshly on a raw March day, heaving up the surface into dark and somber billows," was like Lake Huron, "and you may run aground on Cran berry Island," and "get as good a freezing there as any where on the northwest coast." He said that most of the phenomena described in Kane s voyages could be observed in Concord. The literature of transcendentalism was like the light of the stars in a winter night, keen and cold and high. It had the pale cast of thought, and was almost too spiritual and remote to "hit the sense of mortal sight." But it was at least indigenous. If not an American literature not na- A genuine tional and not inclusive of all sides of American life it p r e d l S. glan was, at all events, a genuine New England literature and true to the spirit of its section. The tough Puritan stock had at last put forth a blossom which compared with the warm, robust growths of English soil even as the delicate wind flower of the northern spring compares with the cow slips and daisies of old England. In 1842 Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-64), the greatest American romancer, came to Concord. He had recently left Hawthorne. Brook Farm, had just been married, and with his bride he settled down in the "Old Manse" for three paradisiacal years. A picture of this protracted honeymoon and this 118 Initial Studies in American Letters. from an Old Manse." Hawthorne at Salem. sequestered life, as tranquil as the slow stream on whose banks it was passed, is given in the introductory chapter to his " Mosses from an Old Manse," 1846, and in the more personal and confidential records of his "American Note Books," posthumously published. Hawthorne was thirty- eight when he took his place among the Concord literati. His childhood and youth had been spent partly at his birthplace, the old and already somewhat decayed seaport town of Salem, and partly at his grandfather s farm on Sebago Lake, in Maine, then on the edge of the primitive forest. Maine did not become a state, indeed, until 1820, the year before Hawthorne entered Bowdoin College, whence he was graduated in 1825, in the same class with Henry W. Longfellow and one year behind Franklin Pierce, afterward president of the United States. After leaving college Hawthorne buried himself for years in the seclusion of his home at Salem. His mother, who was early widowed, had withdrawn entirely from the world. For months at a time Hawthorne kept his room, seeing no other society than that of his mother and sisters, reading all sorts of books and writing wild tales, most of which he destroyed as soon as he had written them. At twilight he would emerge from the house for a solitary ramble through the streets of the town or along the seaside. Old Salem had much that was picturesque in its associ ations. It had been the scene of the witch trials in the seventeenth century, and it abounded in ancient mansions, the homes of retired whalers and India merchants. Haw thorne s father had been a ship captain, and many of his ancestors had followed the sea. One of his forefathers, moreover, had been a certain Judge Hawthorne, who in 1691 had sentenced several of the witches to death. The thought of this affected Hawthorne s imagination with a pleasing horror, and he utilized it afterward in his " House The Concord Writers. 119 of the Seven Gables." Many of the old Salem houses, too, Houseof had their family histories, with now and then the hint of some obscure crime or dark misfortune which haunted pos terity with its curse till all the stock died out or fell into poverty and evil ways, as in the Pyncheon family of Haw thorne s romance. In the preface to " The Marble Faun " Hawthorne wrote : " No author without a trial can conceive of the difficulty of writing a romance about a country where there is no shadow, no antiquity, no mystery, no picturesque and gloomy wrong, nor anything but a commonplace prosper- ity in broad and simple daylight," And yet it may be America. 11 doubted whether any environment could have been found more fitted to his peculiar genius than this of his native town, or any preparation better calculated to ripen the faculty that was in him than these long, lonely years of waiting and brooding thought. From time to time he contributed a story or a sketch to some periodical, such as S. G. Goodrich s annual, the Token, or the Knickerbocker Magazine. Some of these at tracted the attention of the judicious ; but they were anonymous and signed by various noms de plume, and their author was at this time to use his own words " the obscurest man of letters in America." In 1828 he had is sued anonymously and at his own expense a short romance, entitled " Fanshawe." It had little success, and copies of "Fanshawe. the first edition are now exceedingly rare. In 1837 he pub lished a collection of his magazine pieces under the title, " Twice-Told Tales." The book was generously praised in the North American Review by his former classmate, Long fellow ; and Edgar Poe showed his keen critical perception by predicting that the writer would easily put himself at the head of imaginative literature in America if he would discard allegory, drop short stories, and compose a genu- 120 Initial Studies in American Letters. " Twice-Told Tales." iwthorne s uritan inheritance. Fondness for allegory. ine romance. Poe compared Hawthorne s work with that of the German romancer, Tieck, and it is interesting to find confirmation of this dictum in passages of the "American Note Books," in which Hawthorne speaks of laboring over Tieck with a German dictionary. The " Twice-Told Tales " are the work of a recluse, who makes guesses at life from a knowledge of his own heart, acquired by a habit of intro spection, but who has had little contact with men. Many of them were shadowy, and others were morbid and un wholesome. But their gloom was of an interior kind, never the physically horrible of Poe. It arose from weird psycho logical situations like that of " Ethan Brand " in his search for the unpardonable sin. Hawthorne was true to the in herited instinct of puritanism ; he took the conscience for his theme, and in these early tales he was already absorbed in the problem of evil, the subtle ways in which sin works out its retribution, and the species of fate or necessity that the wrong-doer makes for himself in the inevitable se quences of his crime. Hawthorne was strongly drawn toward symbols and types, and never quite followed Poe s advice to abandon allegory. "The Scarlet Letter" and his other romances are not, indeed, strictly allegories, since the characters are men and women and not mere personifications of abstract qualities. Still, they all have a certain allegorical tinge. In "The Marble Faun," for example, Hilda, Kenyon, Miriam, and Donatello have been ingeniously explained as personifications respectively of the conscience, the reason, the imagination, and the senses. Without going so far as this, it is possible to see in these and in Hawthorne s other creations something typical and representative. He uses his characters like algebraic symbols to work out certain problems with ; they are rather more and yet rather less than flesh and blood individuals. The stories in "Twice- The Concord Writers. 121 Told Tales " and in the second collection, " Mosses from an Old Manse," 1846, are more openly allegorical than his later work. Thus "The Minister s Black Veil" is a sort of anticipation of Arthur Dimmesdale in " The Scarlet Letter." From 1846 to 1849 Hawthorne held the position of sur veyor of the custom-house of Salem. In the preface to 1 The Scarlet Letter " he sketched some of the government officials with whom this office had brought him into con tact in a way that gave some offense to the friends of the victims and a great deal of amusement to the public. Hawthorne s humor was quiet and fine, like Irving s, but Humor less genial and with a more satiric edge to it. The book last named was written at Salem and published in 1850, just before its author s removal to Lenox, now a sort of in land Newport, but then an unfashionable resort among the Berkshire Hills. Whatever obscurity may have hung over The "Scarlet Hawthorne hitherto was effectually dissolved by this pow erful tale, which was as vivid in coloring as the implica tion of its title. Hawthorne chose for his background the somber life of the early settlers of New England. He had always been drawn toward this part of American history, and in "Twice-Told Tales" had given some illustrations of it in "Endicott s Bed Cross" and "Legends of the Province House." Against this dark foil moved in strong relief the figures of Hester Prynne, the woman taken in adultery ; her paramour, the Rev. Arthur Dimmesdale ; her husband, old Boger Chillingvvorth ; and her illegiti mate child. In tragic power, in its grasp of the elementary passions of human nature, and in its deep and subtle in sight into the inmost secrets of the heart, this is Haw thorne s greatest book. He never crowded his canvas with figures. In " The Blithedale Bomance " and "The Marble Faun" there is 122 Initial Studies in American Letters. " The Blithe- dale Ro mance." Consulship at Liverpool. " The Marble Faun. " Our Old Home." the same parti carre, or group of four characters. In " The House of Seven Gables" there are five. The last men tioned of these, published in 1852, was of a more subdued intensity than " The Scarlet Letter," but equally original, and, upon the whole, perhaps equally good. " The Blithe- dale Romance," published in the same year, though not strikingly inferior to the others, adhered more to conven tional patterns in its plot and in the sensational nature of its ending. The suicide of the heroine by drowning, and the terrible scene of the recovery of her body, were suggested to the author by an experience of his own on Concord River, the account of which, in his own words, may be read in Julian Hawthorne s "Nathaniel Haw thorne and His Wife." In 1852 Hawthorne returned to Concord and bought the "Wayside" property, which he retained until his death. But in the following year his old college friend Pierce, now become president, appointed him consul to Liverpool, and he went abroad for seven years. The most valuable fruit of his foreign residence was the romance of " The Marble Faun," 1860, the longest of his fictions and the richest in descriptive beauty. The theme of this was the develop ment of the soul through the experience of sin. There is a haunting mystery thrown about the story, like a soft veil of mist, veiling the beginning and the end. There is even a delicate teasing suggestion of the preternatural in Dona- tello, the Faun, a creation as original as Shakespeare s Cal iban or Fouque" s Undine, and yet quite on this side the border-line of the human. "Our Old Home," a book of charming papers on England, was published in 1863. Man ifold experience of life and contact with men, affording scope for his always keen observation, had added range, fullness, warmth to the imaginative subtlety which had manifested itself even in his earliest tales. Two admirable The Concord Writers. 123 books for children, "The Wonder Book" and Tangle- wood Tales," in which the classical mythologies were re told, should also be mentioned in the list of Hawthorne s writings, as well as the "American," "English," and " Italian Note Books," the first of which contains the seed- thoughts of some of his finished works, together with hun dreds of hints for plots, episodes, descriptions, etc., which he never found time to work out. Hawthorne s style, in Hawthorne s his first sketches and stories a little stilted and bookish, English. gradually acquired an exquisite perfection, and is as well worth study as that of any prose classic in the English tongue. Hawthorne was no transcendentalist. He dwelt much in a world of ideas, and he sometimes doubted whether the tree on the bank or its image in the stream were the more real. But this had little in common with the philosophi cal idealism of his neighbors. He reverenced Emerson, and he held kindly intercourse albeit a silent man and easily bored with Thoreau and Ellery Channing, and Hawthorne even with Margaret Fuller. But his sharp eyes saw what- andthetran- scendental- ever was whimsical or weak in the apostles of the new i s ts. faith. He had little enthusiasm for causes or reforms, and among so many abolitionists he remained a Democrat, and even wrote a campaign life of his friend Pierce. The village of Concord has perhaps done more for Ameri can literature than the city of New York. Certainly there are few places where associations, both patriotic and poetic, cluster so thickly. At one side of the grounds of the Old Service of Con- Manse which has the river at its back runs down a cord to Amer- shaded lane to the Concord monument and the figure of the Minute Man and the successor of u the rude bridge that arched the flood." Scarce two miles away, among the woods, is little Walden " God s drop." The men who made Concord famous are asleep in Sleepy Hollow, yet 124 Initial Studies in American Letters. still their memory prevails to draw seekers after truth to the Concord Summer School of Philosophy, which met annually, a few years since, to reason high of " God, Free dom, and Immortality," next door to the u Wayside," and under the hill on whose ridge Hawthorne wore a path as he paced up and down beneath the hemlocks. 1. RALPH WALDO EMERSON: "Nature"; "The American Scholar "; "Literary Ethics"; "The Tran- scendentalist " ; "The Over-soul" ; "Address before the Cambridge Divinity School " ; " English Traits " ; " Rep resentative Men " ; " Poems." 2. HENRY DAVID THOREAU : "Excursions"; "Wai- den " ; "A Week on the Concord and Merrimac Rivers " ; " Cape Cod " ; " The Maine Woods." 3. NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE: "Mosses from an Old Manse"; "The Scarlet Letter"; "The House of the Seven Gables" ; " The Blithedale Romance " ; " The Mar ble Faun" ; " Our Old Home." 4. "Transcendentalism in New England." By O. B. Frothingham. New York : 1875. CHAPTER V. THE CAMBRIDGE SCHOLARS 1837-1861. WITH few exceptions, the men who have made Ameri can literature what it is have been college graduates. And Amer ican yet our colleges have not commonly been, in themselves, literary centers. Most of them have been small and poor, and situated in little towns or provincial cities. Their alumni scatter far and wide immediately after graduation, and even those of them who may feel drawn to a life of scholarship or letters find little to attract them at the home of their alma mater, and seek by preference the larger cities, where periodicals and publishing houses offer some hope of support in a literary career. Even in the older and better equipped universities the faculty is usually a corps of working scholars, each man intent upon his specialty and rather inclined to undervalue merely "literary " perform ance. In many cases the fastidious and hypercritical turn of mind which besets the scholar, the timid conservatism which naturally characterizes an ancient seat of learning, and the spirit of theological conformity which suppresses free discussion, have exerted their benumbing influence upon the originality and creative impulse of their inmates. Hence it happens that, while the contributions of Ameri can college teachers to the exact sciences, to theology and philology, metaphysics, political philosophy, and the se verer branches of learning have been honorable and impor tant, they have as a class made little mark upon the gen eral literature of the country. The professors of literature 125 126 Initial Studies in American Letters. in our colleges are usually persons who have made no addi tions to literature, and the professors of rhetoric seem or dinarily to have been selected to teach students how to write, for the reason that they themselves have never writ ten anything that any one has ever read. To these remarks the Harvard College of some fifty years intellectual ago offers some striking exceptions. It was not the large Harvard. and fashionable university that it has lately grown to be, with its multiplied elective courses, its numerous faculty, and its somewhat motley collection of undergraduates ; but a small school of the classics and mathematics, with some thing of ethics, natural science, and the modern languages added to its old-fashioned scholastic curriculum, and with a very homogeneous clientele, drawn mainly from the Unitarian families of eastern Massachusetts. Nevertheless a finer intellectual life, in many respects, was lived at old Cambridge within the years covered by this chapter than nowadays at the same place, or at any date in any other American university town. The neighborhood of Boston, where the commercial life has never so entirely overlain the intellectual as in New York and Philadelphia, has been a standing advantage to Harvard College. The recent up heaval in religious thought had secured toleration and made possible that free and even audacious interchange of ideas ary culture. without which a literary atmosphere is impossible. From these, or from whatever causes, it happened that the old Harvard scholarship had an elegant and tasteful side to it, so that the dry erudition of the schools blossomed into a gen erous culture ; and there were men in the professors chairs who were no less efficient as teachers because they were also poets, orators, wits, and men of the world. In the seventeen years from 1821 to 1839 there were graduated from Harvard College, Emerson, Holmes, Sumner, Phil lips, Motley, Thoreau, Lowell, and Edward Everett Hale ; The Cambridge Scholars. 127 some of whom took up their residence at Cambridge, others at Boston, and others at Concord, which was quite as much a spiritual suburb of Boston as Cambridge was. In 1836, when Longfellow became professor of modern languages at Harvard, Sumner was lecturing in the Law School. The following year in which Thoreau took his bachelor s Distinguished degree witnessed the delivery of Emerson s Phi Beta Kappa lecture on " The American Scholar," in the college chapel, and Wendell Phillips s speech on " The Murder of Lovejoy," in Faneuil Hall. Lowell, whose description of the impression produced by the former of these famous addresses has been quoted in a previous chapter, was an undergraduate at the time. He took his degree in 1838, and in 1855 succeeded Longfellow in the chair of modern languages. Holmes had been chosen in 1847 professor of anatomy and physiology in the Medical School a position which he held until 1882. The historians, Prescott and Bancroft, had been graduated in 1814 and 1817 respectively. The former s first important publication, "Ferdinand and Isabella," appeared in 1837. Bancroft had been a tutor in the college in 1822-23, and the initial volume of his " His tory of the United States " was issued in 1835. Another of the Massachusetts school of historical writers, Francis Parkman, took his first degree at Harvard in 1844. Cam bridge was still hardly more than a village, a rural out- skirt of Boston, such as Lowell described it in his article, u Cambridge Thirty Years Ago," originally contributed to Putnam s Monthly in 1853, and afterward reprinted in his "Fireside Travels," 1864. The situation of a university " scholar in old Cambridge was thus an almost ideal one. Within easy reach of a great city, with its literary and social clubs, its theaters, lecture courses, public meetings, dinner-parties, etc., he yet lived withdrawn in an academic retirement among elm-shaded avenues and leafy gardens ; 128 Initial Studies in American Letters. " Mutual Admiration Societies." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. "Voices of the Night," 1839. the dome of the Boston State-house looming distantly across the meadows where the Charles laid its " steel-blue sickle" upon the variegated, plush-like ground of the wide marsh. There was thus, at all times during the quarter of a century embraced between 1837 and 1861, a group of brilliant men resident in or about Cambridge and Boston, meeting frequently and intimately, and exerting upon one another a most stimulating influence. Some of the closer circles all concentric to the university of which this group was loosely composed were laughed at by out siders as u Mutual Admiration Societies." Such was, for instance, the " Five of Clubs," whose members were Long fellow, Sunnier, C. C. Felton, professor of Greek at Har vard and afterward president of the college, G. S. Hillard, a graceful lecturer, essayist, and poet, of a somewhat ama teurish kind, and Henry R. Cleveland, of Jamaica Plain, a lover of books and a writer of them. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-82), the most widely read and loved of American poets or, indeed, of all con temporary poets in England and America, though identified with Cambridge for nearly fifty years, was a native of Port land, Maine, and a graduate of Bowdoin College, in the same class with Hawthorne. Since leaving college, in 1825, he had studied and traveled for some years in Europe, and had held the professorship of modern languages at Bowdoin. He had published several text-books, a number of articles on the Romance languages and literatures in the North American Review, a thin volume of metrical translations from the Spanish, a few original poems in various period icals, and the pleasant sketches of European travel entitled " Outre-Mer." But Longfellow s fame began with the ap pearance in 1839 of his " Voices of the Night." Excepting an earlier collection by Bryant this was the first volume of real poetry published in New England, and it had more The Cambridge Scholars. 129 warmth and sweetness, a greater richness and variety, than Bryant s work ever possessed. Longfellow s genius was al most feminine in its flexibility and its sympathetic quality. It readily took the color of its surroundings and opened itself eagerly to impressions of the beautiful from every quarter, but especially from books. This first volume con tained a few things written during his student days at Bowdoin, one of which, a blank-verse piece on "Autumn," clearly shows the influence of Bryant s " Thanatopsis." The^oetry Most of these juvenilia had nature for their theme, but they were not so sternly true to the New England land scape as Thoreau or Bryant. The skylark and the ivy ap pear among their scenic properties, and in the best of them, "Woods in Winter," it is the English "hawthorn," and not any American tree, through which the gale is made to blow, just as later Longfellow uses "rooks" instead of crows. The young poet s fancy was instinctively putting out feelers toward the storied lands of the Old World, and in his "Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem" he transformed the rude church of the Moravian sisters to a cathedral with "glimmering tapers," swinging censers, chancel, altar, cowls, and "dim mysterious aisle." After Longfellow a romantic and his visit to Europe Longfellow returned deeply imbued Europeanized with the spirit of romance. It was his mission to refine our national taste by opening to American readers, in their own vernacular, new springs of beauty in the literatures of foreign tongues. The fact that this mission was interpre tative, rather than creative, hardly detracts from Longfel low s true originality. It merely indicates that his inspira tion came to him in the first instance from other sources than the common life about him. He naturally began as a translator, and this first volume contained, among other His trans lations, things, exquisite renderings from the German of Uhland, Salis, and Muller, from the Danish, French, Spanish, and 130 Initial Studies in American Letters. Medievalism. The poet of sentiment and domestic affection. Anglo-Saxon, and a few passages from Dante. Longfellow remained all his life a translator, and in subtler ways than by direct translation he infused the fine essence of Euro pean poetry into his own. He loved " Tales that have the rime of age And chronicles of eld." The golden light of romance is shed upon his page, and it is his habit to borrow medieval and Catholic imagery from his favorite Middle Ages, even when writing of American subjects. To him the clouds are hooded friars, that " tell their beads in drops of rain " ; the midnight winds blowing through woods and mountain passes are chanting solemn masses for the repose of the dying year, and the strain ends with the prayer " Kyrie, eleyson, Christe, eleyson." In his journal he wrote characteristically : " The black shadows lie upon the grass like engravings in a book. Autumn has written his rubric on the illuminated leaves, the wind turns them over and chants like a friar." This in Cambridge, of a moonshiny night, on the first day of the American October ! But several of the pieces in " Voices of the Night " sprang more immediately from the poet s own inner experience. The "Hymn to the Night," the " Psalm of Life," " The Reaper and the Flowers," "Foot steps of Angels," "The Light of Stars," and " The Be leaguered City" spoke of love, bereavement, comfort, pa tience, and faith. In these lovely songs, and in many others of the same kind which he afterward wrote, Long fellow touched the hearts of all his countrymen. America is a country of homes, and Longfellow, as the poet of sen timent and of the domestic affections, became and remains far more general in his appeal than such a "cosmic" singer as Whitman, who is still practically unknown to the The Cambridge Scholars. 131 " fierce democracy" to which he has addressed himself. It would be hard to overestimate the influence for good exerted by the tender feeling and the pure and sweet moral ity which the hundreds of thousands of copies of Long fellow s writings, that have been circulated among readers of all classes in America and England, have brought with them. Three later collections, "Ballads and Other Poems," Longfellow s 1842 ; " The Belfry of Bruges," 1846 ; and "The Seaside and PP ularit y- the Fireside," 1850, comprise most of what is noteworthy in Longfellow s minor poetry. The first of these embraced, together with some renderings from the German and the Scandinavian languages, specimens of stronger original work than the author had yet put forth ; namely, the two <tThegkeleton powerful ballads of u The Skeleton in Armor "and "The in Armor." Wreck of the Hesperus." The former of these, written in f The Wreck^ the swift leaping meter of Drayton s " Ode to the Cambro us." Britons on their Harp," was suggested by the digging up of a mail-clad skeleton at Fall River a circumstance which the poet linked with the traditions about the Ro.und Tower at Newport, thus giving to the whole the spirit of a Norse viking song of war and of the sea. "The Wreck of the Hesperus" was occasioned by the news of shipwrecks on the coast near Gloucester, and by the name of a reef " Nor man s Woe" where many of them took place. It was written one night between twelve and three, and cost the poet, he said, "hardly an effort." Indeed, it is the spon taneous ease and grace, the unfailing taste of Longfellow s lines, which are their best technical quality. There is noth ing obscure or esoteric about his poetry. If there is little passion or intellectual depth, there is always genuine poetic feeling, often a very high order of imagination, and almost invariably the choice of the right word. In this volume were also included "The Village Blacksmith" and 132 Initial Studies in American Letters. " The Build ing of the Ship." Longfellow s poetry not intellectual. " Excelsior." The latter and the "Psalm of Life" have had a " damnable iteration " which causes them to figure as- Longfellow s most popular pieces. They are by no means, however, among his best. They are vigorously expressed commonplaces of that hortatory kind which passes for poetry, but is, in reality, a vague species of preaching. In "The Belfry of Bruges" and "The Seaside and the Fireside" the translations were still kept up, and among the original pieces were " The Occupation of Orion," the most imaginative of all Longfellow s poems, "Seaweed," which has very noble stanzas, the favorite "Old Clock on the Stairs," " The Building of the Ship," with its magnifi cent closing apostrophe to the Union, and "The Fire of Driftwood," the subtlest in feeling of anything that the poet ever wrote. With these were verses of a more familiar quality, such as "The Bridge," "Resignation," and "The Day is Done," and many others, all reflecting moods of gentle and pensive sentiment, and drawing from analogies in nature or in legend lessons which, if somewhat obvious, were expressed with perfect art. Like Keats, he appre hended everything on its beautiful side. Longfellow was all poet. Like Ophelia in " Hamlet," " Thought and affection, passion, hell itself, [He] turns to favor and to prettiness." He cared very little about the intellectual movement of the age. The transcendental ideas of Emerson passed over his- head and left him undisturbed. For politics he had that gentlemanly distaste which the cultivated class in America had already begun to entertain. In 1842 he printed a small volume of "Poems on Slavery," which drew commenda tion from his friend Simmer, but had nothing of the fervor of Whittier s or Lowell s utterances on the same sub ject. It is interesting to compare his journals with Haw- The Cambridge Scholars. 133 t home s " American Note Books," and to observe in what very different ways the two writers made prey of their daily experiences for literary material. A favorite haunt of Longfellow s was the bridge between Boston and Cam- bridgeport, the same which he put into verse in his poem, " The Bridge." " I always stop on the bridge," he writes His moral in his journal ; " tide waters are beautiful. From the ocean up into the land they go, like messengers, to ask why the tribute has not been paid. The brooks and rivers answer that there has been little harvest of snow and rain this year. Floating seaweed and kelp are carried up into the meadows, as returning sailors bring oranges in bandanna handkerchiefs to friends in the country." And again : " We leaned for a while on the wooden rail and enjoyed the silvery reflection on the sea, making sundry comparisons. Among other thoughts we had this cheering one, that the whole sea was flashing with this heavenly light, though we saw it only in a single track ; the dark waves are the dark providences of God ; luminous, though not to us ; and even to ourselves in another position." "Walk on the bridge, both ends of which are lost in the fog, like human life mid way between two eternities ; beginning and ending in mist." In Hawthorne an allegoric meaning is usually something deeper and subtler than this, and seldom so openly expressed. Many of Longfellow s poems " The Beleaguered City" for example may be definitely divided into two parts ; in the first, a story is told or a natural phe nomenon described ; in the second, the spiritual application of the parable is formally set forth. This method became with him almost a trick of style, and his readers learn to look for the hcec fabula docet at the end as a matter of course. As for the prevailing optimism in Longfellow s Hisoptimlsm view of life of which the above passage is an instance- it seems to be in him an affair of temperament, and not, as 134 Initial Studies in American Letters. in Emerson, the result of philosophic insight. Perhaps, however, in the last analysis, optimism and pessimism are subjective the expression of temperament or individual . experience, since the facts of life are the same, whether seen through Schopenhauer s eyes or through Emerson s. If there is any particular in which Longfellow s inspiration Sea poems." came to him at first hand and not through books, it is in respect to the aspects of the sea. On this theme no Ameri can poet has written more beautifully and with a keener sympathy than the author of " The Wreck of the Hesperus " and of u Seaweed." In 1847 was published the long poem of " Evangeline." "Evange- The story of the Acadian peasant girl who was separated from her lover in the dispersion of her people by the Eng lish troops, and after weary wanderings and a life-long search, found him at last, an old man, dying in a Philadel phia hospital, was told to Longfellow by the Rev. H. L. Conolly, who had previously suggested it to Hawthorne as a subject for a story. Longfellow, characteristically enough, "got up" the local color for his poem from Haliburton s account of the dispersion of the Grand Pre" Acadiaus, from Darby s "Geographical Description of Louisiana" and Watson s "Annals of Philadelphia." He never needed to go much outside his library for literary impulse and mate rial. Whatever may be held as to Longfellow s inventive powers as a creator of characters or an interpreter of Amer ican life, his originality as an artist is manifested by his successful domestication in "Evangeline" of the dactylic hexameter, which no English poet had yet used with ef fect. The English poet, Arthur Hugh Clough, who lived for a time in Cambridge, followed Longfellow s example in Its hexameter the use of hexameter in his " Bothie of Tober-na-Vuolich," verse adopted by Arthur so that we have now arrived at the time a proud moment H. Clough. for American letters when the works of our writers began The Cambridge Scholars. 135 to react upon the literature of Europe. But the beauty of the descriptions in "Evangeline" and the pathos somewhat too drawn out of the story made it dear to a multitude of readers who cared nothing about the technical disputes of Poe and other critics as to whether or not Longfellow s lines were sufficiently "spondaic" to represent truthfully the quantitative hexameters of Homer and Vergil. In 1855 appeared " Hiawatha," Longfellow s most aborig inal and "American " book. The tripping trochaic meas- "Hiawatha." ure he borrowed from the Finnish epic " Kalevala." The vague, childlike mythology of the Indian tribes, with its anthropomorphic sense of the brotherhood between men, animals, and the forms of inanimate nature, he took from Schoolcraft s "Algic Researches," 1839. He fixed forever, in a skilfully chosen poetic form, the more inward and im aginative part of Indian character, as Cooper had given permanence to its external and active side. Of Longfel low s dramatic experiments, " The Golden Legend," 1851, Legend." alone deserves mention here. This was in his chosen realm ; a tale taken from the ecclesiastical annals of the Middle Ages, precious with martyrs blood and bathed in the rich twilight of the cloister. It contains some of his best work, but its merit is rather poetic than dramatic, although Ruskin praised it for the closeness with which it entered into the temper of the monk. Longfellow has pleased the people more than the critics. He gave freely what he had, and the gift was beautiful, and the Those who have looked into his poetry for something else than poetry, or for poetry of some other kind, have not been slow to assert that he was a lady s poet one who sat isfied callow youths and schoolgirls by uttering common places in graceful and musical shape, but who offered no strong meat for men. Miss Fuller called his poetry thin, and the poet himself or, rather, a portrait of the poet which 136 Initial Studies in American Letters. Hyperion. Translation of Dante. Oliver Wen dell Holmes. Unitarian controversy. frontispieced an illustrated edition of his works a " dandy Pindar." This is not true of his poetry, or of the best of it. But he had a singing and riot a talking voice, and in his prose one becomes sensible of a certain weakness. "Hyperion," for example, published in 1839, a loitering fiction interspersed with descriptions of European travel, is, upon the whole, a weak book, overflowery in diction and sentimental in tone. The crown of Longfellow s achievements as a translator was his great version of Dante s " Divina Conimedia," pub lished between 1867 and 1870. It is a severely literal, al most a line for line, rendering. The meter is preserved, but the rhyme sacrificed. If not the best English poem constructed from Dante, it is at all events the most faith ful and scholarly paraphrase. The sonnets which accom panied it are among Longfellow s best work. He seems to have been raised by daily communion with the great Tuscan into a habit of deeper and more subtle thought than is elsewhere common in his poetry. Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-94) was a native of Cam bridge and a graduate of Harvard in the class of 29 ; a class whose anniversary reunions he has celebrated in something like forty distinct poems and songs. For sheer cleverness and versatility Dr. Holmes was, perhaps, unri valed among American men of letters. He has been poet, wit, humorist, novelist, essayist, and a college lecturer and writer on medical topics. In all of these departments he has produced work which ranks high, if not with the highest. His father, Dr. Abiel Holmes, was a graduate of Yale and an orthodox minister of liberal temper, but the son early threw in his lot with the Unitarians ; and, as was natural to a man of satiric turn and with a very hu man enjoyment of a fight, whose youth was cast in an age of theological controversy, he had his fling at Calvinism, HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY. The Cambridge Scholars. 137 and prolonged the slogans of old battles into a later gen eration ; sometimes, perhaps, insisting upon them rather wearisomely and beyond the limits of good taste. He had, even as an undergraduate, a reputation for cleverness at writing comic verses, and many of his good things in this kind, such as "The Dorchester Giant" and "The Height of the Ridiculous," were contributed to the Collegian, a students paper. But he first drew the attention of a wider public by his spirited ballad of " Old Ironsides " " old iron- " Ay ! Tear her tattered ensign down ! " composed about 1839, when it was proposed by the govern ment to take to pieces the unseaworthy hulk of the fa mous old man-of-war, Constitution. Holmes s indignant protest which has been a favorite subject for schoolboy declamation had the effect of postponing the vessel s fate for a great many years. From 1830-35 the young poet was pursuing his medical studies in Boston and Paris, contrib uting now and then some verses to the magazines. Of his A medical life as a medical student in Paris there are many pleasant Paris, reminiscences in his "Autocrat" and other writings, as where he tells, for instance, of a dinner-party of Americans in the French capital, where one of the company brought tears of homesickness into the eyes of his sodales by saying that the tinkle of the ice in the champagne glasses re minded him of the cow-bells in the rocky old pastures of New England. In 1836 he printed his first collection of poems. The volume contained, among a number of pieces Humorous broadly comic, like "The September Gale," "The Music verse. Grinders," and "The Ballad of the Oysterman "which at once became widely popular, a few poems of a finer and quieter temper, in which there was a quaint blending of the humorous and the pathetic. Such were "My Aunt" and "The Last Leaf" which Abraham Lincoln found "inexpressibly touching," and which it is difficult to read 138 Initial Studies in American Letters. Occasional poetry. Postprandial rhymes. without the double tribute of a smile and a tear. The vol ume contained also " Poetry : A Metrical Essay," read be fore the Harvard chapter of the Phi Beta Kappa Society, which was the first of that long line of capital occasional poems which Holmes has been spinning for half a cen tury with no sign of fatigue and with scarcely any falling off in freshness ; poems read or spoken or sung at all man ner of gatherings, public and private, at Harvard com mencements, class days, and other academic anniversaries ; at inaugurations, centennials, dedications of cemeteries, meetings of medical associations, mercantile libraries, Burns clubs, and New England societies ; at rural festivals and city fairs ; openings of theaters, layings of corner stones, birthday celebrations, jubilees, funerals, commem oration services, dinners of welcome or farewell to Dickens, Bryant, Everett, Whittler, Longfellow, Grant, Farragut, the Grand-duke Alexis, the Chinese embassy, and what not. Probably no poet of any age or clime has written so much and so well to order. He has been particularly happy in verses of a convivial kind, toasts for big civic feasts, or postprandial rhymes for the petit comite the snug little dinners of the chosen few ; his " The quaint trick to cram the pithy line That cracks so crisply over bubbling wine." And though he could write on occasion a " Song for a Temperance Dinner," he has preferred to chant the praise of the punch bowl and to " feel the old convivial glow (unaided) o er me stealing, The warm, champagny, old-particular-brandy-punchy feeling." It would be impossible to enumerate the many good things of this sort which Holmes has written, full of wit and wisdom, and of humor, lightly dashed with sentiment and sparkling with droll analogies, sudden puns, and unexpected turns of rhyme and phrase. Among the best of them are The Cambridge Scholars. 139 "Nux Postccenatica," "A Modest Request," "Ode for a Social Meeting," "The Boys," and "Rip Van Winkle, M.D." Holmes s favorite measure, in his longer poems, is A follower the heroic couplet which Pope s example seems to have consecrated forever to satiric arid didactic verse. He wrote as easily in this meter as if it were prose, and with much of Pope s epigrammatic neatness. He also managed with facility the anapsestics of Moore and the ballad stanza which Hood had made the vehicle for his drolleries. It cannot be expected that verses manufactured to pop with the corks and fizz with the champagne at academic banquets should much outlive the occasion ; or that the habit of producing such verses on demand should foster in the pro ducer that "high seriousness" which Matthew Arnold asserts to be one mark of all great poetry. Holmes s poetry is mostly on the colloquial level, excellent society verse, but The poetry of , wit and fancy, even in its serious moments too smart and too pretty to be taken very gravely ; with a certain glitter, knowingness, and flippancy about it, and an absence of that self-forgetfulness and intense absorption in its theme which characterize the work of the higher imagination. This is rather the prod uct of fancy and wit. Wit, indeed, in the old sense of quickness in the perception of analogies, was the staple of his mind. His resources in the way of figure, illustration, allusion, and anecdote were wonderful. Age could not wither him nor custom stale his infinite variety, and there was as much powder in his latest pyrotechnics as in the rockets which he sent up half a century ago. Yet, though the humorist in him rather outweighed the poet, he wrote a few things, like The Chambered Nautilus and Home- " Tn e Cfcam- bered Nauti- sick in Heaven," which are as purely and deeply poetic as ins." "The One-Hoss Shay" and "The Prologue" are funny. Dr. Holmes was not of the stuff of which idealists and en thusiasts are made. As a physician and a student of sci- 140 Initial /Studies in American Letters. ence, the facts of the material universe counted for much with him. His clear, positive, alert intellect was always impatient of mysticism. He had the sharp eye of the satirist and the man of the world for oddities of dress, dia lect, and manners. Naturally the transcendental move ment struck him on its ludicrous side, and in his " After- Satire of tran- Dinner Poem," read at the Phi Beta Kappa dinner at scendental- Cambridge in 1843) he had his laugh at the "Orphic 7 7 Holmes s " Life of Em erson." His social prejudices. odes" and mystery. runes" of the bedlamite seer and bard of " Who rides a beetle which he calls a sphinx. And O what questions asked in club-foot rhyme Of Earth the tongueless, and the deaf-mute Time ! Here babbling Insight shouts in Nature s ears His last conundrum on the orbs and spheres ; There Self-inspection sucks its little thumb, With Whence am I ? and Wherefore did I come ? " Curiously enough, the author of these lines lived to write an appreciative life of the poet who wrote " The Sphinx." There was a good deal of toryism or social conservatism in Holmes. He acknowledged a preference for the man with a pedigree, the man who owned family portraits, had been brought up in familiarity with books, and could pronounce " view " correctly. Readers unhappily not of the " Brah min caste of New England" have sometimes resented as snobbishness Holmes s harping on " family," and his per petual application of certain favorite shibboleths to other people s ways of speech. "The woman who calc lates is lost." " Learning condemns beyond the reach of hope The careless lips that speak of soap for soap. . . . Do put your accents in the proper spot : Don t, let me beg you, don t say How ? for * What ? The things named pants in certain documents, A word not made for gentlemen, but * gents. " With the rest of "society," he was disposed to ridicule The Cambridge Scholars. 141 the abolition movement as a crotchet of the eccentric and the long-haired. But when the Civil War broke out, he lent his pen, his tongue, and his own flesh and blood to the cause of the Union. The individuality of Holmes s writ ings comes in part from their local and provincial bias. The town-poet He has been the laureate of Harvard College and the bard of Boston City, an urban poet, with a cockneyish fondness for old Boston ways and things the Common and the Frog Pond, Faneuil Hall and King s Chapel and the Old South, Bunker Hill, Long Wharf, the Tea Party, and the town- crier. It was Holmes who invented the playful saying that " Boston State-house is the hub of the solar system." In 1857 was started the Atlantic Monthly, a magazine which has published a good share of the best work done by American writers within the past generation. Its immedi ate success was assured by Dr. Holmes s brilliant series of papers, "The Autocrat of the Breakfast Table," 1858, fol- "Autocrat of lowed at once by "The Professor at the Breakfast Table," Table." 1859, and later by " The Poet at the Breakfast Table," 1873. " The Autocrat " is its author s masterpiece, and holds the , fine quintessence of his humor, his scholarship, his satire, genial observation, and ripe experience of men and cities. The form is as unique and original as the contents, being something between an essay and a drama ; a succession of monologues or table talks at a typical American boarding- house, with a thread of story running through the whole. The variety of mood and thought is so great that these conversations never tire, and the prose is interspersed with some of the author s choicest verse. " The Professor at the Breakfast Table " followed too closely on the heels of " The Autocrat," and had less freshness. The third number of the series was better, and was pleasantly reminiscent and slightly garrulous, Dr. Holmes being now (1873) sixty-four years old, and entitled to the gossiping privilege of age. 142 Initial Studies in American Letters. Character sketches in the "Break fast Table " series. Holmes as a novelist. "Elsie Venner." "The Guard ian Angel." The personnel of the Breakfast Table series, such as the landlady and the landlady s daughter and her son, Benja min Franklin, the schoolmistress, the young man named John, the Divinity Student, the Kohinoor, the Sculpin, the Scarabseus, and the Old Gentleman who sits opposite, are not fully drawn characters, but outlined figures, lightly sketched as is the Autocrat s wont by means of some trick of speech, or dress, or feature ; but they are quite life like enough for their purpose, which is mainly to furnish listeners and foils to the eloquence and wit of the chief talker. In 1860 and 1867 Holmes entered the field of fiction with two "medicated novels," "Elsie Venner" and "The Guardian Angel." The first of these was a singular tale, whose heroine united with her very fascinating human at tributes something of the nature of a serpent ; her mother having been bitten by a rattlesnake a few months before the birth of the girl, and kept alive meanwhile by the use of powerful antidotes. The heroine of "The Guardian Angel " inherited lawless instincts from a vein of Indian blood in her ancestry. These two books were studies of certain medico-psychological problems. They preached Dr. Holmes s favorite doctrines of heredity and of the modi fied nature of moral responsibility by reason of transmitted tendencies which limit the freedom of the will. In "Elsie Venner," in particular, the weirdly imaginative and speculative character of the leading motive suggests Hawthorne s method in fiction, but the background and the subsidiary figures have a realism that is in abrupt con trast with this, and gives a kind of doubleness and want of keeping to the whole. The Yankee characters, in particu lar, and the satirical pictures of New England country life are open to the charge of caricature. In "The Guardian Angel" the figure of Byles Gridley, the old scholar, is The Cambridge Scholars. 143 drawn with thorough sympathy, and though some of his acts are improbable, he is, on the whole, Holmes s most vital conception in the region of dramatic creation. James Russell Lowell (1819-91), the foremost of American critics and one of the foremost of American poets, was, James Bus- like Holmes, a native of Cambridge, and, like Emerson and Holmes, a clergyman s son. In 1855 he succeeded Longfellow as professor of modern languages in Harvard College. Of late years he held important diplomatic posts, like Everett, Irving, Bancroft, Motley, and other Ameri cans distinguished in letters, having been United States minister to Spain, and, under two administrations, to the court of St. James. Lowell was not so spontaneously and exclusively a poet as Longfellow, and his popularity with A less popular the average reader has never been so great. His appeal has Longfellow, been to the few rather than to the many, to an audience of scholars and of the judicious rather than to the " ground lings" of the general public. Nevertheless his verse, though without the evenness, instinctive grace, and un erring good taste of Longfellow s, has more energy and a stronger intellectual fiber, while in prose he is very greatly the superior. His first volume, "A Year s Life," 1841, gave some promise. In 1843 he started a magazine, The Pioneer, which only reached its third number, though it counted among its contributors Hawthorne, Poe, Whittier, and Miss Barrett (afterward Mrs. Browning). A second vol ume of poems, printed in 1844, showed a distinct advance, Early verse. in such pieces as "The Shepherd of King Admetus," "Rhcecus," a classical myth, told in excellent blank verse, and the same in subject with one of Lander s pol ished intaglios ; and " The Legend of Brittany," a narra tive poem, which had fine passages, but 110 firmness in the management of the story. As yet, it was evident, the young poet had not found his theme. This came with the 144 Initial Studies in American Letters. outbreak of the Mexican War, which was unpopular in New England, and which the Free Soil party regarded as a slave-holders war, waged without provocation against a sister republic, and simply for the purpose of extending the area of slavery. In 1846, accordingly, u The Biglow Papers "began to " The Biglow appear in the Boston Courier, and were collected and pub- Papers." lished in book form in 1848. These were a series of rhymed satires upon the government and the war party, written in the Yankee dialect, and supposed to be the work of Hosea Biglow, a homespun genius in a down-east country town, whose letters to the editor were indorsed and accompanied by the comments of the Rev. Homer Wilbur, A.M., pastor of the First Church in Jaalam, and (prospective) member of many learned societies. The first paper was a derisive address to a recruiting sergeant, with a denunciation of the " nigger-drivin states" and the " northern dough-faces " ; a plain hint that the North would do better to secede than to continue doing dirty work for the South ; and an ex pression of those universal peace doctrines which were then in the air, and to which Longfellow gave serious ut terance in his " Occultation of Orion." " Ez for war, I call it murder There you hev it plain an flat : I don t want to go no furder Than my Testyment for that ; God hez said so plump an fairly, It s as long as it is broad, An you ve gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God." The second number was a versified paraphrase of a letter received from Mr. Birdofredom Sawin, "a yung feller of our town that was cussed fool enuff to goe atrottin inter Miss ChifF arter a drum and fife," and who finds when he gets to Mexico that The Cambridge Scholars. 145 "This kind o sogerin aint a mite like our October trainin ." Of -the subsequent papers the best was, perhaps, "What Mr. Robinson Thinks," an election ballad which caused universal laughter, and was on everybody s tongue. "The Biglow Papers" remain Lowell s most original contribution to American literature. They are, all in all, the best political satires in the language, and unequaled as ^ portraitures of the Yankee character, with its cuteness, uticai satire, its homely wit, and its latent poetry. Under the racy humor of the dialect which became in Lowell s hands a medium of literary expression almost as effective as Burns s Ayrshire Scotch burned that moral enthusiasm and that hatred of wrong and deification of duty" Stern daughter of the voice of God "which, in the tough New England stock, stands instead of the passion in the blood of south ern races. Lowell s serious poems on political questions, such as "The Present Crisis," "Ode to Freedom," and " The Capture of Fugitive Slaves," have the old Puritan Antislavery fervor, and such lines as FSSSSn*? science. " They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three," and the passage beginning " Truth forever on the scaffold, Wrong forever on the throne," became watchwords in the struggle against slavery and disunion. Some of these were published in his volume of 1848 and the collected edition of his poems, in two vol umes, issued in 1850. These also included his most ambi tious narrative poem, "The Vision of Sir Launfal," an allegorical and spiritual treatment of one of the legends of the Holy Grail. Lowell s genius was not epical, but lyric and didactic. The merit of "Sir Launfal" is not in the ,, SirLaunfllL telling of the story, but in the beautiful descriptive epi sodes, one of which, commencing, 146 Initial Studies in American Letters. Lowell s character sketches. " Biglow Papers," sec ond series. " And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then if ever come perfect days,-" is as current as anything that he has written. It is signifi cant of the lack of a natural impulse toward narrative in vention in Lowell that, unlike Longfellow and Holmes, he never tried his hand at a novel. One of the most impor tant parts of a novelist s equipment he certainly possessed, namely, an insight into character and an ability to delineate it. This gift is seen especially in his sketch of Parson Wilbur, who edited "The Biglow Papers" with a delight fully pedantic introduction, glossary, and notes, in the prose essay " On a Certain Condescension in Foreigners," and in the uncompleted poem, "Fitz Adam s Story." See also the sketch of Captain Underhill in the essay on " New England Two Centuries Ago." "The Biglow Papers" when brought out in a volume were prefaced by imaginary notices of the press, including a capital parody of Carlyle, and a reprint from the "Jaalam Independent Blunderbuss" of the first sketch afterward amplified and enriched of that perfect Yankee idyl " The Courtin ". Between 1862 and 1865 a second series of "Biglow Papers" appeared, called out by the events of the Civil War. Some of these, as, for instance, "Jonathan to John," a remonstrance with England for her unfriendly attitude toward the North, were not inferior to anything in the earlier series ; and others were even superior as poems, equal, indeed, in pathos and intensity to anything that Lowell has written in his professedly serious verse. In such passages, the dialect wears rather thin, and there is a certain incongruity between the rustic spelling and the vivid beauty and power and the figurative cast of the phrase in stanzas like the following : " Wut s words to them whose faith an truth On war s red techstone rang true metal, The Cambridge Scholars. 147 Who ventered life an love an youth For the gret prize o death in battle? To him who, deadly hurt, agen Flashed on afore the charge s thunder, Tippin with fire the bolt of men That rived the rebel line asunder? " Charles Sumner, a somewhat heavy person, with little sense of humor, wished that the author of " The Biglow Papers " "could have used good English." In the lines just quoted, indeed, the bad English adds nothing to the effect. In 1848 Lowell wrote "A Fable for Critics," something after A ^atoie for the style of Sir John Suckling s "Session of the Poets"; a Crltics -" piece of rollicking doggerel in which he surveyed the Ameri can Parnassus, scattering about headlong fun, sharp satire, and sound criticism in equal proportion. Never an indus trious workman, like Longfellow, at the poetic craft, but preferring to wait for the mood to seize him, he allowed eighteen years to go by, from 1850 to 1868, before publishing another volume of verse. In the latter year appeared " Un der the Willows," which contains some of his ripest and most perfect work, notably "A Winter Evening Hymn to My Fire," with its noble and touching close suggested by, perhaps, at any rate recalling, the dedication of Goethe s "Faust," " Ihr naht euch wieder, schwankende Gestalten," the subtle " Footpath " and " In the Twilight," the lovely little poems "Auf Wiedersehen " and "After the Funeral," and a number of spirited political pieces, such as "Villa Franca" and " The Washers of the Shroud." This volume contained also his "Ode Recited at the Harvard Commem- 4<Harvard oration" in 1865. This, although uneven, is one of the finest occasional poems in the language, and the most important contribution which our Civil War has made to song. It was charged with the grave emotion of one who not only shared the patriotic grief and exultation of 148 Initial Studies in American Letters. his alma mater in the sacrifice of her sons, but who felt a more personal sorrow in the loss of kindred of his own, fallen in the front of battle. Particularly noteworthy in this memorial ode are the tribute to Abraham Lincoln, the third strophe, beginning, "Many loved Truth," the ex ordium, "O Beautiful! my Country! ours once more!", and the close of the eighth strophe, where the poet chants of the youthful heroes who " come transfigured back, Secure from change in their high-hearted ways, Beautiful evermore and with the rays Of morn on their white Shields of Expectation." From 1857 to 1862 Lowell edited i\\e Atlantic Monthly, and Lowell s prose, from 1863 to 1872 the North American Review. His prose, beginning with an early volume of " Conversations on Some of the Old Poets," 1844, consisted mainly of critical essays on individual writers, such as Dante, Chaucer, Spenser, Emerson, Shakespeare, Thoreau, Pope, Carlyle, together with papers of a more miscellaneous kind, like "Witch craft," <{ New England Two Centuries Ago," " My Garden Acquaintance," U A Good Word for Winter," "Abraham Lincoln." Two volumes of these were published in 1870 and 1876, under the title "Among My Books," and another, " My Study Windows," in 1871. As a literary critic Lowell ranks easily among the first, critic. a His scholarship was thorough, his judgment keen, and he poured out upon his page an unwithholding wealth of knowledge, humor, wit, and imagination from the fullness of an overflowing mind. His prose has not the chastened correctness and "low tone" of Matthew Arnold s. It is rich, exuberant, and sometimes overfanciful, running away into excesses of allusion or following the lead of a chance pun, so as sometimes to lay itself open to the charge of pedantry and bad taste. Lowell s resources in the way of The Cambridge Scholars. 149 illustration and comparison were endless, and the readiness of his wit and his delight in using it put many temptations in his way. Purists in style accordingly take offense at his saying that "Milton is the only man who ever got much poetry out of a cataract, and that was a cataract in his eye" ; or of his speaking of " a gentleman for whom the bottle before him reversed the wonder of the stereoscope and substituted the Gascon v for the 6 in binocular," which is certainly a puzzling and roundabout fashion of telling us that he had drunk so much that he saw double. The critics also find fault with his coining such words as " un- disprivacied," and with his writing such lines as the famous one from "The Cathedral," 1870 " Spume-sliding down the baffled decuman." It must be acknowledged that his earlier style lacked the crowning grace of simplicity, but it is precisely by reason of its allusive quality that scholarly readers take pleasure in it. They like a diction that has stuff in it and is woven thick, and where a thing is said .in such a way as to recall many other things. It should also be added that these faults of taste if faults they are are almost entirely absent from his latest work. The prose of "Democracy and Other Addresses," 1887 (delivered for the most part in England, on various memorial occasions from 1881 to 1885), is admirably pure, dignified, and solid. The like is true of the posthumous volume of "Latest Literary Essays and Addresses," published in 1892. Mention should be made, in connection with this Cam bridge circle, of one writer who touched its circumference briefly. This was Sylvester Judd, a graduate of Yale, who entered the Harvard Divinity School in 1837, and in 1840 became minister of a Unitarian church in Augusta, Maine. Judd published several books, but the only one of them at 150 Initial Studies in American Letters. Judd s garet." Mar- History a literary art. Wm.Hickling Prescott s histories of Spanish con quest. all rememberable was "Margaret," 1845, a novel of which Lowell said, in "A Fable for Critics," that it was " the first Yankee book with the soul of down-east in it." It was very imperfect in point of art, and its second part a rhap sodical description of a sort of Unitarian Utopia is quite unreadable. But in the delineation of the few chief charac ters and of the rude, wild life of an outlying New England township just after the close of the Revolutionary War, as well as in the tragic power of the catastrophe, there was genius of a high order. As the country has grown older and more populous, and works in all departments of thought have multiplied, it becomes necessary to draw more strictly the line between the literature of knowledge and the literature of power. Political history, in and of itself, scarcely falls within the limits of this sketch, and yet it cannot be altogether dis missed, for the historian s art, at its highest, demands imagi nation, narrative skill, and a sense of unity and proportion in the selection and arrangement of his facts, all of which are literary qualities. It is significant that many of our best historians have begun authorship in the domain of imaginative literature : Bancroft with an early volume of poems ; Motley with his historical romances, " Merry Mount" and "Morton s Hope"; and Parkman with a novel, " Vassall Morton." The oldest of that modern group of writers that have given America an honorable position in the historical literature of the world was William Hick- ling Prescott (1796-1859). Prescott chose for his theme the history of the Spanish conquests in the New World, a sub ject full of romantic incident and susceptible of that glow ing and perhaps slightly overgorgeous coloring which he laid on with a liberal hand. His completed histories, in their order, are " The Reign of Ferdinand and Isabella," 1837; "The Conquest of Mexico," 1843 a topic which The Cambridge Scholars. 151 Irving had relinquished to him; and "The Conquest of Peru," 1847. Prescott was fortunate in being born to leisure and fortune, but he had difficulties of another kind to over come. He was nearly blind, and had to teach himself Spanish and look up authorities through the help of others, and to write with a noctograph or by amanuenses. George Bancroft (1800-91) issued the first volume of his George Ban- croft s ** United great "History of the United States" in 1834, and exactly states." half a century later the final volume of the work, bringing the subject down to 1789. Bancroft had studied at Gofc- tingen, and imbibed from the German historian Heeren the scientific method of historical study. He had access to original sources, in the nature of collections and state papers in the governmental archives of Europe, of which no American had hitherto been able to avail himself. His history in thoroughness of treatment leaves nothing to be desired, and has become the standard authority on the sub ject. As a literary performance merely, it is somewhat wanting in flavor, Bancroft s manner being heavy and stiff when compared with Motley s or Parkman s. The histor ian s services to his country have been publicly recognized by his successive appointments as secretary of the navy, minister to England, and minister to Germany. The greatest, on the whole, of American historians was John Lothrop John Lothrop Motley (1814-77), who, like Bancroft, was a Motley s student at Gottingen and United States minister to England, public," etc. His "Rise of the Dutch Republic," 1856, and "History of the United Netherlands," published in installments from 1861 to 1868, equaled Bancroft s work in scientific thorough ness and philosophic grasp, and Prescott s in the picturesque brilliancy of the narrative, while it excelled them both in its masterly analysis of great historic characters, reminding the reader, in this particular, of Macaulay s figure painting. The episodes of the siege of Antwerp and the sack of the 152 Initial Studies in American Letters. Francis Parkman s " France and England in America." cathedral, and of the defeat and wreck of the Spanish Ar mada, are as graphic as Prescott s famous description of Cortez s capture of the city of Mexico ; while the elder his torian has nothing to compare with Motley s vivid personal sketches of Queen Elizabeth, Philip the Second, Henry of Navarre, and William the Silent. The " Life of John of Barneveld," 1874, completed this series of studies upon the history of the Netherlands, a theme to which Motley was attracted because the heroic struggle of the Dutch for lib erty offered, in some respects, a parallel to the growth of political independence in Anglo-Saxon communities, and especially in his own America. The last of these Massachusetts historical writers whom we shall mention is Francis Parkman (1823-93), whose sub ject has the advantage of being thoroughly American. His "Oregon Trail," 1847, a series of sketches of prairie and Rocky Mountain life, originally contributed to the Knicker bocker Magazine, displays his early interest in the American Indians. In 1851 appeared his first historical work, "The Conspiracy of Pontiac." This has been followed by the series entitled "France and England in North America," the six successive parts of which are as follows : " The Pio neers of France in the New World " ; " The Jesuits in North America ; "La Salle and the Discovery of the Great West ; " The Old Regime in Canada " ; "Count Frontenac and New France" ; and "Montcalm and Wolfe." These narratives have a wonderful vividness and a romantic interest not in ferior to Cooper s novels. Parkman made himself personally familiar with the scenes which he described, and some of the best descriptions of American woods and waters are to be found in his histories. If any fault is to be found with his books, indeed, it is that their picturesqueness and " fine writing " are a little in excess. The political literature of the years from 1837 to 1861 The Cambridge Scholars. 153 hinged upon the aiitislavery struggle. In this " irrepressible conflict " Massachusetts led the van. Garrison had written in his Liberator, in 1830 : " I will be as harsh as truth and Antislavery , literature ; as uncompromising as justice. I am in earnest ; I will not wm. Lloyd equivocate ; I will not excuse ; I will not retreat a single inch ; and I will be heard." But the Garrisonian abolition ists remained for a long time, even in the North, a small and despised faction. It was a great point gained when men of education and social standing, like Wendell Phil- Wendell lips (1811-84) and Charles Sumner (1811-74), joined them- Philllp8 selves, to the cause. Both of these were graduates of Har vard and men of scholarly pursuits. They became the representative orators of the antislavery party, Phillips on the platform and Sumner in the Senate. The former first came before the public in his fiery speech, delivered in Fan- euil Hall December 8, 1837, before a meeting called to de nounce the murder of Lovejoy, who had been killed at Alton, 111., while defending his press against a pro-slavery mob. Thenceforth Phillips s voice was never idle in behalf of the slave. His eloquence was impassioned and direct, and his English singularly pure, simple, and nervous. He is perhaps nearer to Demosthenes than any other American orator. He was a most fascinating platform speaker on themes outside of politics, and his lecture on "The Lost Arts" was a favorite with audiences of all sorts. Sumner was a man of intellectual tastes, who entered Charles politics reluctantly and only in obedience to the resistless Sumner. leading of his conscience. He was a student of literature and art ; a connoisseur of engravings, for example, of which he made a valuable collection. He was fond of books, con versation, and foreign travel, and in Europe, while still a young man, had made a remarkable impression in society. But he left all this for public life, and in 1851 was elected as 154 Initial Studies in American Letters. Webster s successor to the Senate of the United States. Thereafter he remained the leader of the abolitionists in Congress until slavery was abolished. His influence throughout the North was greatly increased by the brutal attack upon him in the Senate chamber in 1856 by " Bully Brooks " of South Carolina. Sumner s oratory was stately and somewhat labored. While speaking he always seemed, as has been wittily said, to be surveying a " broad land scape of his own convictions. * His most impressive quali ties as a speaker were his intense moral earnestness and his thorough knowledge of his subject. The most telling of Speech on the his parliamentary speeches are perhaps his speech " On the NebraskaBill. Kansas-Nebraska Bill," of February 3, 1854, and " On the Crime against Kansas," May 19 and 20, 1856 ; of his plat form addresses, the oration on "The True Grandeur of Nations." 1. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW : " Voices of the Night"; "The Skeleton in Armor"; " The Wreck of the Hesperus"; "The Village Blacksmith"; "The Belfry of Bruges, and Other Poems" (1846); " By the Seaside "; " Hia watha"; " Tales of a Wayside Inn." 2. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. I. Prose : "Autocrat of the Breakfast Table"; "Elsie Vernier." II. Verse: "Old Ironsides"; " The Last Leaf "; "My Aunt"; "The Music- Grinders"; "On Lending a Punch-Bowl"; "Nux Post- ccenatica"; "A Modest Request "; " The Living Temple "; " Meeting of the Alumni of Harvard College "; " Homesick in Heaven"; "Epilogue to the Breakfast Table Series"; "The Boys"; " Dorothy Q."; " The Iron Gate." 3. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. I. Verse : " The Biglow Papers" (two series); "Under the Willows and Other Poems " (1868); " Rhoecus " ; " The Shepherd of King Ad- metus"; "The Vision of Sir Launfal"; "The Present The Cambridge Scholars. 155 Crisis"; "The Dandelion "; "The Birch Tree"; "Beaver Brook." II. Prose: "Chaucer"; "Shakespeare Once More"; " Dryden" ; "Emerson, the Lecturer"; " Tho- reau"; "My Garden Acquaintance"; "A Good Word for Winter"; "A Certain Condescension in Foreigners"; " Democracy." 4. WILLIAM HICKLING PRESCOTT: " The Conquest of Mexico." 5. JOHN LOTHROP MOTLEY : * The United Netherlands. 6. FRANCIS PARKMAN: "The Oregon Trail"; "The Jesuits in North America." 7. "Representative American Orations," volume V. Edited by Alexander Johnston. New York : 1884. CHAPTER VI. LITERATURE ix THE CITIES 1837-1861. LITERATURE as a profession has hardly existed in the Literature as a United States until very recently. Even now the number profession. o f those who support themselves by purely literary work is small, although the growth of the reading public and the establishment of great magazines, such as Harper s, The Century, and The Atlantic, h&ve made a market for intel lectual wares which forty years ago would have seemed a godsend to poorly paid Bohemians like Poe or obscure men of genius like Hawthorne. About 1840, two Philadelphia magazines Godey s Lady s Book and Graham s Monthly began to pay their contributors twelve dollars a page, a price then thought wildly munificent. But the first magazine of the modern type was Harper s Monthly, founded in 1850. Until 1891 American books suffered from the want of an Themaga- international copyright, which flooded the country with zines> cheap reprints and translations of foreign works, with which the domestic product was unable to contend on such uneven terms. With the first ocean steamers there started up a class of large-paged weeklies in New York and else where, such as Brother Jonathan, The New World, and The Corsair, which furnished their readers with the freshest writings of Dickens and Bulwer and other British celebrities within a fortnight after their appearance in London. This still further restricted the profits of native authors and nearly drove them from the field of periodical literature. By special arrangement the novels of Thackeray and other English writers were printed in Harper s in installments 156 Literature in the Cities. 157 simultaneously with their issue in English periodicals. The Atlantic was the first of our magazines which was Men of letters founded expressly for the encouragement of home talent, m ^ ou rna lsm and which had a purely Yankee flavor. Journalism was the profession which naturally attracted men of letters, as having most in common with their chosen work and as giving them a medium, under their own control, through which they could address the public. A few favored schol ars, like Prescott, were made independent by the possession of private fortunes. Others, like Holmes, Longfellow, and Lowell, gave to literature such leisure as they could get in the intervals of an active profession or of college work. Still others, like Emerson and Thoreau, by living in the country and making their modest competence eked out in Emerson s case by lecturing here and there suffice for their simple needs, secured themselves freedom from the restraints of any regular calling. But, in default of some such pou sto, our men of letters have usually sought the cities and allied themselves with the press. It will be remembered that Lowell started a short-lived magazine on his own ac count, and that he afterward edited The Atlantic and The North American. Also that Bipley and Charles A. Dana betook themselves to journalism after the break-up of the Brook Farm Community. In the same way William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), the Wm Cuneil earliest American poet of importance, whose impulses drew Bryant, him to the solitudes of nature, was compelled to gain a livelihood by conducting a daily newspaper ; or, as he him self puts it, was 11 Forced to drudge for the dregs of men, And scrawl strange words with the barbarous pen." Bryant was born at Cummin gton, Massachusetts. After two years in Williams College he studied law, and practiced for nine years as a country lawyer in Plainfield and Great Bar- 158 Initial Studies in American Letters. Editor of the Evening Post. "Thana top- sis." Bryant s limitations. rington. Following the line of the Housatonic Valley, the social and theological affiliations of Berkshire have always been closer with Connecticut and New York than with Bos ton and eastern Massachusetts. Accordingly, when in 1825 Bryant yielded to the attractions of a literary career, he be took himself to New York City, where, after a brief experi ment in conducting a monthly magazine, the New York Review and Athenceum, he assumed the editorship of the Evening Post, a Democratic and free-trade journal, with which he remained connected till his death. He already had a reputation as a poet when he entered the ranks of metropolitan journalism. In 1816 his " Thanatopsis " had been published in the North American Review, and had at tracted immediate and general admiration. It had been finished, indeed, two years before, when the poet was only in his nineteenth year, and was a wonderful instance of precocity. The thought in this stately hymn was not that of a young man, but of a sage who has reflected long upon the universality, the necessity, and the majesty of death. Bryant s blank verse when at its best, as in " Thanatopsis " and the "Forest Hymn/ is extremely noble. In gravity and dignity it is surpassed by no English blank verse of this century, though in rich and various modulation it falls below Tennyson s "Ulysses" and " Morte d Arthur." It was characteristic of Bryant s limitations that he came thus early into possession of his faculty. His range was always a narrow one, and about his poetry, as a whole, there is a certain coldness, rigidity, and solemnity. His fixed position among American poets is described in his own " Hymn to the North Star": " And thou dost see them rise, Star of the pole ! and thou dost see them set. Alone, in thy cold skies, Thou keep st thy old, unmoving station yet, Literature in the Cities. 159 Nor join st the dances of that glittering train, Nor dipp st thy virgin orb in the blue western main." In 1821 he read "The Ages," a didactic poem, in thirty- five stanzas, before the Phi Beta Kappa Society at Cam bridge, and in the same year brought out his first volume of poems. A second collection appeared in 1832, which was printed in London under the auspices of Washington Irving. Bryant was the first American poet who had much Bryant and of an audience in England, and Wordsworth is said to have Wordsworth, learned " Thanatopsis " by heart. Bryant was, indeed, in a measure, a scholar of Wordsworth s school, and his place among American poets corresponds roughly, though not precisely, to Wordsworth s among English poets. With no humor, with somewhat restricted sympathies, with little flexibility or openness to new impressions, but gifted with a high, austere imagination, Bryant became the meditative poet of nature. His best poems are those in which he draws lessons from nature, or sings of its calming, purify ing, and bracing influences upon the human soul. His of fice, in other words, is the same which Matthew Arnold asserts to be the peculiar office of modern poetry, "the Thepoetof moral interpretation of nature." Poems of this class are nature. " Green River," " To a Waterfowl," " June," " The Death of the Flowers," and " The Evening Wind." The song, " O fairest of the rural maids," which has more fancy than is common in Bryant, and which Poe pronounced his best poem, has an obvious resemblance to Wordsworth s " Three years she grew in sun and shower," and both of these name less pieces might fitly be entitled as Wordsworth s is in Mr. Palgrave s "Golden Treasury " " The Education of Nature." Although Bryant s career is identified with New York his poetry is all of New England. His heart was always turning back fondly to the woods and streams of the Berk- 160 Initial Studies in American Letters. The poet of autumn. "Death of the Flowers." Elegiac verse. shire Hills. There was nothing of that urban strain in him which appears in Holmes and Willis. He was, in especial, the poet of autumn, of the American October and the New England Indian Summer, that season of " dropping nuts" and " smoky light," to whose subtle analogy with the de cay of the young by the New England disease, consump tion, he gave such tender expression in " The Death of the Flowers," and amid whose "bright, late quiet" he wished himself to pass away. Bryant is our poet of "the melan choly days," as Lowell is of June. If, by chance, he touches upon June, it is not with the exultant gladness of Lowell in meadows full of bobolinks, and in the summer day that is " simply perfect from its own resource, As to the bee the new campanula s Illuminate seclusion swung in air." Rather, the stir of new life in the clod suggests to Bryant by contrast the thought of death ; and there is nowhere in his poetry a passage of deeper feeling than the closing stanzas of "June," in which he speaks of himself by antici pation, as of one " Whose part in all the pomp that fills The circuit of the summer hills Is that his grave is green." Bryant is, par excellence, the poet of New England wild flowers, the yellow violet, the fringed gentian to each of which he dedicated an entire poem the orchis and the golden-rod, " the aster in the wood and the yellow sun flower by the brook. " With these his name will be asso ciated as Wordsworth s with the daffodil and the lesser celandine, and Emerson s with the rhodora. Except when writing of nature he was apt to be common place, and there are not many such energetic lines in his purely reflective verse as these famous ones from "The Battle-Field": EDGAR ALLAN POE. JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. HARRIET BEECHER STOWE. Literature in the Cities. 161 " Truth crushed to earth shall rise again ; The eternal years of God are hers ; But Error, wounded, writhes in pain, And dies among his worshipers." He added but slowly to the number of his poems, publish ing a new collection in 1840, another in 1844, and "Thirty Poems " in 1864. His work at all ages was remarkably even. " Thanatopsis" was as mature as anything that he wrote Evenness of afterward, and among his later pieces " The Planting of the Apple-tree " and " The Flood of Years " were as fresh as anything that he had written in the first flush of youth. Bryant s poetic style was always pure and correct, without any tincture of affectation or extravagance. His prose writ ings are not important, consisting mainly of papers of the " Salmagundi " variety contributed to The Talisman, an an nual published in 1827-30 ; some rather sketchy stories, "Tales of the Glauber Spa," 1832; and impressions of Europe, entitled " Letters of a Traveler," issued in two series, in 1849 and 1858. In 1869 and 1871 appeared his Transition blank-verse translations of the "Iliad" and "Odyssey," a remarkable achievement for a man of his age, and not ex celled, upon the whole, by any recent metrical version of Homer in the English tongue. Bryant s half-century of service as the editor of a daily paper should not be over looked. The Evening Post, under his management, was always honest, gentlemanly, and courageous, and did much to raise the tone of journalism in New York. Another Massachusetts poet, who was outside the Boston coterie, like Bryant, and, like him, tried his hand at jour- johnGreen- nalism, was John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-92). He was leaf Whittier - born in a solitary farm-house near Haverhill, in the valley of the Merrimack, and his life was passed mostly at his native place and at the neighboring town of Amesbury . The local color, which is very pronounced in his poetry, is that of the Merrimack from the vicinity of Haverhill to its mouth at 162 Initial Studies in American Letters. A self-edu cated poet. Editorial work. Newburyport, a region of hillside farms, opening out below into wide marshes " the low, green prairies of the sea" and the beaches of Hampton and Salisbury. The scenery of the Merrimack is familiar to all readers of Whittier : the cotton-spinning towns along its banks, with their factories and dams, the sloping pastures and orchards of the back country, the sands of Plum Island and the level reaches of water meadow between which glide the broad-sailed "gun- dalows" a local corruption of gondola laden with hay. Whittier was a farmer lad, and had only such education as the district school could supply, supplemented by two years at the Haverhill Academy. In his " School Days " he gives a picture of the little old country schoolhouse as it used to be, the only alma mater of so many distinguished Ameri cans, and to which many others who have afterward trod den the pavements of great universities look back so fondly, as to their first wicket gate into the land of knowledge. " Still sits the schoolhouse by the road, A ragged beggar sunning ; Around it still the sumachs grow And blackberry vines are running. " Within the master s desk is seen, Deep-scarred by raps official ; The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife s carved initial." A copy of Burns awoke the slumbering instincts in the young poet, and he began to contribute verses to Garrison s Free Press, published in Newburyport, and to the Haverhill Gazette. Then he went to Boston, and became editor for a short time of the Manufacturer. Next he edited the Essex Gazette, at Haverhill, and in 1830 he took charge of George D. Prentice s paper, the New England Weekly Review, at Hartford, Conn. Here he fell in with a young Connecticut poet of much promise, J. G. C. Brainard, editor of the Con necticut Mirror, whose " Remains" Whittier edited in 1832. Literature in the Cities. 163 At Hartford, too, he published his first book, a volume of prose and verse, entitled "Legends of New England," 1831, which is not otherwise remarkable than as showing his early interest in Indian colonial traditions especially those which had a touch of the supernatural, a mine which he afterward worked to good purpose in " The Bridal of Pen- nacook," "The Witch s Daughter," and similar poems. Some of the legends testify to Brainard s influence and to the influence of Whittier s temporary residence at Hartford. One of the prose pieces, for example, deals with the famous "Moodus Noises" at Haddam, on the Connecticut Eiver, and one of the poems is the same in subject with Brainard s " Black Fox of Salmon Eiver." After a year and a half at Hartford Whittier returned to Haverhill and to farming. The antislavery agitation was now beginning, and into this he threw himself with all the ardor of his nature. He became the poet of the reform, as Garrison was its apostle and Sumner and Phillips its speakers. In 1833 he published "Justice and Expediency," a prose tract against slavery, and in the same year he took part in the formation of the American Antislavery Society at Philadelphia, sitting in the convention as a delegate of the Boston abolitionists. Whittier was a Quaker, and that denomination, influenced by the preaching of John Woolman and others, had long since quietly abolished slavery within its own communion. The Quakers of Philadelphia and elsewhere took an earnest though peaceful part in the Garrisonian movement. But it was a strange irony of fate that had made the fiery-hearted Whittier a Friend. His poems against slavery and disunion have the martial ring of a Tyrtseus or a Korner, added to the stem religious zeal of Crom well s Ironsides. They are like the sound of the trumpet blown before the walls of Jericho, " * 111 or the psalms of David denouncing woe upon the enemies of God s chosen people. If there is any purely Puritan 164 Initial Studies in American Letters. " Barbara Frietchie. Whittier s hymns. Idyllic verse. strain in American poetry it is in the war hymns of the Quaker "Hermit of Amesbury." Of these patriotic poems there were three principal collections: "Voices of Free dom," 1849 ; " The Panorama, and Other Poems," 1856 ; and " In War Time," 1863. Whittier s work as the poet of free dom was done when, on hearing the bells ring for the pas sage of the constitutional amendment abolishing slavery, he wrote his splendid "LausDeo," thrilling with the ancient Hebrew spirit : " Loud and long Lift the old exulting song, Sing with Miriam by the sea- He has cast the mighty down, Horse and rider sink and drown, He hath triumphed gloriously." Of his poems distinctly relating to the events of the Civil War, the best, or at all events the most popular, is Barbara Frietchie." " Ichabod," expressing the indignation of the Free Soilers at Daniel Webster s seventh of March speech in defense of the Fugitive Slave Law, is one of Whittier s best political poems, and not altogether unworthy of com parison with Browning s " Lost Leader." The language of Whittier s warlike lyrics is biblical, and many of his purely devotional pieces are religious poetry of a high order and have been included in numerous collections of hymns. Of his songs of faith and doubt, the best are perhaps " Our Master," " Chapel of the Hermits," and " Eternal Good ness "; one stanza from the last of which is familiar i " I know not where his islands lift Their fronded palms in air, I only know I cannot drift Beyond his love and care." But from politics and war Whittier turned gladly to sing the homely life of the New England country-side. His rural ballads and idyls are as genuinely American as any- Literature in the Cities. 165 thing that our poets have written, and have been recom mended, as such, to English workingmen by Whittier s co religionist, John Bright. The most popular of these is probably " Maud Muller," whose closing couplet has passed into proverb. " Skipper Ireson s Ride " is also very current. Better than either of them, as poetry, is " Telling the Bees." But Whittier s masterpiece in work of a descriptive and reminiscent kind is "Snow-Bound," 1866, a New England snow- fireside idyl which, in its truthfulness, recalls the " Winter Evening" of Cowper s "Task" and Burns s "Cotter s Saturday Night," but in sweetness and animation is su perior to either of them. Although in some things a Puri tan of the Puritans, Whittier has never forgotten that he is also a Friend, and several of his ballads and songs have been upon the subject of the early Quaker persecutions in Massa chusetts. The most impressive of these is "Cassandra South- wick." The latest of them, " The King s Missive," origi- Quaker nally contributed to the " Memorial History of Boston " in ballads - 1880, and reprinted the next year in a volume with other poems, has been the occasion of a rather lively controversy. " The Bridal of Pennacook," 1848, and " The Tent on the Beach," 1867, which contain some of his best work, were series of ballads told by different narrators, after the fashion of Longfellow s " Tales of a Wayside Inn." As an artist in verse, Whittier is strong and fervid, rather than delicate or rich. He uses only a few metrical forms by preference the eight-syllabled rhyming couplet " Maud Muller on a summer s day Raked the meadow sweet with hay," and the emphatic tramp of this measure becomes very mo notonous, as do some of Whittier s mannerisms, which pro- Whittier s firtjistic ceed, however, never from affectation, but from a lack of deficiencies, study and variety, and so, no doubt, in part from the want of that academic culture and thorough technical equipment 166 Initial Studies in American Letters. which Lowell and Longfellow enjoyed. Though his poems are no tin dialect, like Lowell s "Biglow Papers," he knows how to make an artistic use of homely provincial words, such as " chore," which give his idyls of the hearth and the barnyard a genuine Doric cast. Whittier s prose is inferior to his verse. The fluency which was a besetting sin of his poetry, when released from the fetters of rhyme and meter, ran into wordiness. His prose writings were partly contri- His prose butions to the slavery controversy, partly biographical sketches of English and American reformers, and partly studies of the scenery and folk-lore of the Merrimack Val ley. Those of most literary interest were the " Supernatur- alism of New England," 1847, and some of the papers in " Literary Recreations and Miscellanies," 1854. While Massachusetts was creating an American literature, other sections of the Union were by no means idle. The West, indeed, was as yet too raw to add anything of im portance to the artistic product of the country. The South was hampered by circumstances which will presently be de scribed. But in and about the seaboard cities of New York, Literature in Philadelphia, Baltimore, and Richmond many pens were the cities. busy filling the columns of literary weeklies and monthlies ; and there was a considerable output, such as it was, of books of poetry, fiction, travel, and miscellaneous light literature. Time has already relegated most of these to the dusty top shelves. To rehearse the names of the numerous contributors to the old Knickerbocker Magazine, to Godey j s and Graham s and the New Mirror, and the Southern Liter ary Messenger, or to run over the list of authorlings and poetasters in Poe s papers on the " Literati of New York," would be very much like reading the inscriptions on the The old maga- headstones of an old graveyard. In the columns of these zines. prehistoric magazines and in the book notices and reviews away back in the thirties and forties, one encounters the Literature in the Cities. 167 handiwork and the names of Emerson, Holmes, Longfellow, Hawthorne, and Lowell embodied in this mass of forgotten literature. It would have required a good deal of critical acumen, at the time, to predict that these and a few others would soon be thrown out into bold relief, as the significant and permanent names in the literature of their generation, while Paulding, Hirst, Fay, Dawes, Mrs. Osgood, and scores of others who figured beside them in the fashionable period icals, and filled quite as large a space in the public eye, would sink into oblivion in less than thirty years. Some of these latter were clever enough people ; they entertained Forgotten their contemporary public sufficiently, but their work had no vitality or "power of continuance." The great majority of the writings of any period are necessarily ephemeral, and time by a slow process of natural selection is constantly sifting out the few representative books which shall carry on the memory of the period to posterity. Now and then it may be predicted of some undoubted work of genius, even at the moment that it sees the light, that it is destined to endure. But tastes and fashions change, and few things are better calculated to inspire the literary critic with hu mility than to read the prophecies in old reviews and see how the future, now become the present, has quietly given them the lie. From among the professional litterateurs of his day emerges, with ever sharper distinctness as time goes on, the Edgar Allan name of Edgar Allan Poe (1809-49). By the irony of fate Poe was born at Boston, and his first volume, " Tamerlane, and Other Poems," 1827, was printed in that city and bore upon its title-page the words, " By a Bostonian." But his parentage, so far as it was anything, was southern. His father was a Marylander who had gone upon the stage and married an actress, herself the daughter of an actress and a native of England. Left an orphan by the early death of 168 Initial Studies in American Letters. His journal istic experi ments. Eccentricities of character. both parents, Poe was adopted by a Mr. Allan, a wealthy merchant of Richmond, Va. He was educated partly at an English school, was student for a time in the University of Virginia, and afterward a cadet in the Military Academy at West Point. His youth was wild and irregular : he gam bled and drank ; was proud, bitter, arid perverse ; finally quarreled with his guardian and adopted father by whom he was disowned and then betook himself to the life of a literary hack. His brilliant but underpaid work for various periodicals soon brought him into notice, and he was given the editorship of the Southern Literary Messenger, published at Richmond, and subsequently of the Gentlemen s after ward Graham s Magazine in Philadelphia. These and all other positions Poe forfeited through his dissipated hab its and wayward temper, and finally, in 1844, he drifted to New York, where he found employment on the Evening Mirror and then on the Broadway Journal. He died of de lirium tremens at the Marine Hospital in Baltimore. His life was one of the most wretched in literary history. He was an extreme instance of what used to be called the " eccentricity of genius." He had the irritable vanity which is popularly supposed to accompany the poetic tem perament, and was so insanely egotistic as to imagine that Longfellow and others were constantly plagiarizing from him. The best side of Poe s character came out in his do mestic relations, in which he displayed great tenderness, patience, and fidelity. His instincts were gentlemanly, and his manner and conversation were often winning. In the place of moral feeling he had the artistic conscience. In his critical papers, except where warped by passion or prejudice, he showed neither fear nor favor, denouncing bad work by the most illustrious hands and commending ob scure merit. The " impudent literary cliques " who puffed each other s books ; the feeble chirrupings of the bardlings Literature in the Cities. 169 who manufactured verses for the "Annuals"; and the twaddle of the "genial" incapables who praised them in flabby reviews all these Poe exposed with ferocious hon esty. Nor, though his writings are immoral, can they be called in any sense immoral. His poetry is as pure in its unearthliness as Bryant s in its austerity. By 1831 Poe had published three thin books of verse, Early verse, none of which had attracted notice, although the latest contained the drafts of a few of his most perfect poems, such as " Israfel," " the Valley of Unrest," " The City in the Sea," and one of the two pieces inscribed " To Helen." It was his habit to touch and retouch his work until it grew under his more practiced hand into a shape that satisfied his fastidious taste. Hence the same poem fre quently reappears in different stages of development in successive editions. Poe was a subtle artist in the realm of the beautiful, the weird and the fantastic. In his intellectual nature there was a strange conjunction ; an imagination as spirit ual as Shelley s, though, unlike Shelley s, haunted perpetu ally with shapes of fear and the imagery of ruin ; with this, an analytic power, a scientific exactness, and a me chanical ingenuity more usual in a chemist or a mathema tician than in a poet. He studied carefully the mechanism of his verse and experimented endlessly with verbal and musical effects, such as repetition and monotone and the selection of words in which the consonants alliterated and the vowels varied. In his "Philosophy of Composition" he described how his best-known poem, "The Raven," " The Raven." was systematically built up on a preconceived plan, in which the number of lines was first determined and the word " nevermore " selected as a starting-point. No one who knows the mood in which poetry is composed will be lieve that this ingenious piece of dissection really describes the way in which " The Raven " was conceived and writ- 170 Initial Studies in American Letters. Poe s genius fheGofd S: Bug " Scientific in- to Coleridge. 6 ten, or that any such deliberate and self-conscious process could originate the associations from which a true poem springs. But it flattered Poe s pride of intellect to assert that his cooler reason had control not only over the exe cution of his poetry, but over the very well-head of thought and emotion. Some of his most successful stories, like " The Gold Bug," "The Mystery of Marie Roget," "The Purloined Letter," and " The Murders in the Rue Morgue," were ap plications of this analytic faculty to the solution of puz zles, such as the finding of buried treasure or of a lost document, or the ferreting out of a mysterious crime. After the publication of " The Gold Bug " he received from all parts of the country specimens of cipher-writing, which he delighted to work out. Others of his tales were clever pieces of mystification, like "Hans Pfaall," the story of a journey to the moon, or experiments at giving verisimili- tude to wild improbabilities by the skilful introduction of scientific details, as in " The Facts in the Case of M. Valde- mar" and "Von Kempelen s Discovery." In his narra tives of this kind Poe anticipated the detective novels of Gaboriau and Wilkie Collins, the scientific hoaxes of Jules Verne, and, though in a less degree, the artfully worked up likeness to fact in Edward Everett Hale s "Man Without a Country," and similar fictions. While Dickens s "Barnaby Rudge " was publishing in parts Poe showed his skill as a plot-hunter by publishing a paper in Graham s Magazine in which the very tangled intrigue of the novel was cor rectly raveled and the finale predicted in advance. In his union of imagination and analytic power Poe re- sembled Coleridge, who, if any one, was his teacher in poetry and criticism. Poe s verse often reminds one of " Christabel " and " The Ancient Mariner," still oftener of " Kubla Khan." Like Coleridge, too, he indulged at times Literature in the Cities. 171 in the opium habit. But in Poe the artist predominated over everything else. He began not with sentiment or thought, but with technique, with melody and color, tricks of language, and effects of verse. It is curious to study the growth of his style in his successive volumes of poetry. At first these are metrical experiments and vague images, original, and with a fascinating suggestiveness, but with so Technical de- little meaning that some of his earlier pieces are hardly re- Foe s ve^se. moved from nonsense. Gradually, like distant music draw ing nearer and nearer, his poetry becomes fuller of imagi nation and of an inward significance, without ever losing, however, its mysterious aloofness from the real world of the senses. It was a part of Poe s literary creed formed upon his own practice and his own limitations, but set forth with a great display of a priori reasoning in his essay on "The Poetic Principle" and elsewhere that pleasure, and not instruction or moral exhortation, was the end of poetry ; that beauty, and not truth or goodness, was its means ; and, furthermore, that the pleasure which it gave should be indefinite. About his own poetry there was always this indefiniteness. His imagination dwelt in a strange country of dream a "ghoul-haunted region of Weir," "out of space, out of time" filled with unsub stantial landscapes and peopled by spectral shapes. And yet there is a wonderful, hidden significance in this un canny scenery. The reader feels that the wild, fantasmal imagery is in itself a kind of language, and that it in some way expresses a brooding thought or passion, the terror and despair of a lost soul. Sometimes there is an obvious alle gory, as in " The Haunted Palace," which is the parable of a ruined mind, or in "The Raven," the most popular of all Poe s poems, originally published in the American Whig Revieiv for February, 1845. Sometimes the meaning is more obscure, as in "Ulalume," which, to most people, is 172 Initial Studies in American Letters. His poetry unearthly : and morbid. Foe and Haw thorne com pared. "Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque." quite incomprehensible and yet, to all readers of poetic feeling, is among the most characteristic, and, therefore, the most fascinating of its author s creations. Now and then, as in the beautiful ballad "Annabel Lee," and " To One in Paradise," the poet emerges into the light of common human feeling and speaks a more intelligible language. But in general his poetry is not the poetry of the heart, and its passion is not the passion of flesh and blood. In Poe the thought of death is always near, and of the shadowy borderland between death and life. " The play is the tragedy Man, And its hero the Conqueror Worm." The prose tale, " Ligeia," in which these verses are inserted, is one of the most powerful of all Poe s writings, and its theme is the power of the will to overcome death. In that singularly impressive poem, "The Sleeper," the morbid horror which invests the tomb springs from the same source, the materiality of Poe s imagination, which refuses to let the soul go free from the body. This quality explains why Poe s " Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque, 1840, are on a lower plane than Hawthorne s romances, to which a few of them, like " William Wilson " and "The Man of the Crowd," have some resemblance. The former of these, in particular, is in Hawthorne s pecu liar province, the allegory of the conscience. But in gen eral the tragedy in Hawthorne is a spiritual one, while Poe calls in the aid of material forces. The passion of physical fear or of superstitious horror is that which his writings most frequently excite. These tales represent various grades of the frightful and the ghastly, from the mere bugaboo story like "The Black Cat," which makes children afraid to go in the dark, up to the breathless terror of " The Cask of Amontillado " or " The Red Death." Poe s masterpiece in this kind is the fateful tale of " The Fall of the House of Literature in the Cities. 173 Usher," with its solemn and magnificent close. His prose, at its best, often recalls, in its richly imaginative cast, the manner of De Quincey in such passages as his " Dream Fugue " or " Our Ladies of Sorrow." In descriptive pieces like "The Domain of Arnheim," and stories of adventure like " The Descent into the Maelstrom," and his long sea- tale, " The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym," 1838, he dis played a realistic inventiveness almost equal to Swift s or De Foe s. He was not without a mocking irony, but he had no constructive humor, and his attempts at the facetious were mostly failures. Poe s magical creations were rootless flowers. He took no hold upon the life about him and cared nothing for the NO American- public concerns of his country. His poems and tales might writings. have been written in vacuo for anything American in them. Perhaps for this reason, in part, his fame has been so cosmo politan. In France especially his writings have been favor ites. Charles Baudelaire, the author of the "Fleurs de Mai," translated them into French, and his own impressive but unhealthy poetry shows evidence of Poe s influence. The defect in Poe was in character a defect which will make itself felt in art as in life. If he had had the sweet home feeling of Longfellow or the moral fervor of Whittier he might have been a greater poet than either. " If I could dwell Where Israfel Hath dwelt, and he where I, He might not sing so wildly well A mortal melody, While a bolder note than this might swell From my lyre within the sky ! " Though Poe was a southerner, if not by birth, at least by race and breeding, there was nothing distinctly southern about his peculiar genius, and in his wandering life he was associated as much with Philadelphia and New York as 174 Initial Studies in American Letters. Social con ditions at the South un favorable to literature. Southern culture provincial. with Baltimore and Richmond. The conditions which had made the southern colonies unfruitful in literary and educa tional works before the Revolution continued to act down to the time of the Civil War. Eli Whitney s invention of the cotton-gin in the closing years of the last century gave ex tension to slavery, making it profitable to cultivate the new staple by enormous gangs of field-hands 1 working under the whip of the overseer in large plantations. Slavery became henceforth a business speculation in the states farthest south, and not, as in Old Virginia and Kentucky, a com paratively mild domestic system. The necessity of defend ing its peculiar institution against the attacks of a growing faction in the North compelled the South to throw all its intellectual strength into politics, which, for that matter, is the natural occupation and excitement of a social aristoc racy. Meanwhile immigration sought the free states, and there was no middle class at the South. The " poor whites " were ignorant and degraded. There were people of educa tion in the cities and on some of the plantations, but there was no great educated class from which a literature could proceed. And the culture of the South, such as it was, was becoming old-fashioned and local, as the section was isolated more and more from the rest of the Union and from the en lightened public opinion of Europe by its reactionary preju dices and its sensitiveness on the subject of slavery. Nothing can be imagined more ridiculously provincial than the sophomorical editorials in the southern press just before the outbreak of the war, or than the backward and ill- informed articles which passed for reviews in the poorly supported periodicals of the South. In the general dearth of work of high and permanent value, one or two southern authors may be mentioned whose writings have at least done something to illustrate the life and scenery of their section. When in 1833 the Baltimore Literature in the Cities. 175 Saturday Visitor offered a prize of a hundred dollars for the best prose tale, one of the committee who awarded the prize to Poe s first story, "The MS. Found in a Bottle," was John P. Kennedy, a Whig gentleman of Baltimore, who JgJy Ken afterward became secretary of the navy in Fillmore s ad ministration. The year before he had published " Swallow Barn," a series of agreeable sketches of country life in Vir ginia. In 1835 and 1838 he published his two novels, "Horse-Shoe Robinson" and "Rob of the Bowl," the for mer a story of the Revolutionary War in South Carolina, the latter an historical tale of colonial Maryland. These had sufficient success to warrant reprinting as late as 1852. But the most popular and voluminous of all southern writers of fiction was William Gilmore Simms, a South Carolinian, who died in 1870. He wrote over thirty novels, Wm. Gilmore Simms. mostly romances of revolutionary history, southern life, and wild adventure, among the best of which were "The Partisan," 1835, and " The Yemassee." Simms was an in ferior Cooper with a difference. His novels are good boys books, but are crude and hasty in composition. He was strongly southern in his sympathies, though his newspaper, the Charleston City Gazette, took part against the nullifiers. His miscellaneous writings include several histories and bi ographies, political tracts, addresses, and critical papers con tributed to southern magazines. He also wrote numerous poems, the most ambitious of which was "Atlantis, a Story of the Sea," 1832. His poems have little value except as here and there illustrating local scenery and manners, as in "Southern Passages and Pictures," 1839. Mr. John Esten Cooke - s Cooke s pleasant but not very strong " Virginia Comedians " was, perhaps, in literary quality the best southern novel produced before the Civil War. When Poe came to New York, the most conspicuous liter ary figure of the metropolis, with the possible exception of 176 Initial Studies in American Letters. New York Citv literati. N. P. Willis. Literature of good society. . Bryant and Halleck, was N. P. Willis, one of the editors of the Evening Mirror, upon which journal Poe was for a time engaged. Willis had made a literary reputation, when a student at Yale, by his " Scripture Poems," written in smooth blank verse. Afterward he had edited the American Monthly in his native city of Boston, and more recently he had published "Pencillings by the Way," 1835, a pleasant record of European saunterings ; " Inklings of Adventure," 1836, a collection of dashing stories and sketches of Ameri can and foreign life ; and " Letters from Under a Bridge," 1839, a series of charming rural letters from his country place at Owego, on the Susquehanna. Willis s work, always graceful and sparkling, sometimes even brilliant, though light in substance and jaunty in style, had quickly raised him to the summit of popularity. During the years from 1835 to 1850 he was the most successful American magazinist, and even down to the day of his death, in 1867, he retained his hold upon the attention of the fashionable public by his easy paragraphing and correspondence in the Mirror and its suc cessor, the Home Journal, which catered to the literary wants of the beau monde. Much of Willis s work was ephemeral, though clever of its kind, but a few of his best tales and sketches, such as " F. Smith," " The Ghost Ball at Congress Hall," "Edith Linsey," and "The Lunatic s Skate," to gether with some of the " Letters from Under a Bridge," are worthy of preservation, not only as readable stories, but as society studies of life at American watering-places like Nahant and Saratoga and Ballston Spa half a century ago. A number of his simpler poems, like "Unseen Spirits," " Spring," " To M from Abroad," and " Lines on Leaving Europe," still retain a deserved place in collections and anthologies. The senior editor of the Mirror, George P. Morris, was once a very popular song-writer, and his "Woodman, Literature in the Cities. 177 Spare that Tree" still survives. Other residents of New Knicker- York City who have written single famous pieces were Writers am Clement C. Moore, a professor in the General Theological Seminary, whose " Visit from St. Nicholas" " T was the Night Before Christmas, " etc. is a favorite ballad in every nursery in the land ; Charles Fenno Hoffman, a novelist of reputation in his time, but now remembered only as the author of the song, u Sparkling and Bright," and the patri otic ballad of " Monterey" ; Robert H. Messinger, a native of Boston, but long resident in New York, where he was a familiar figure in fashionable society, who wrote " Give Me the Old," a fine ode with a choice Horatian flavor ; and William Allen Butler, a lawyer and occasional writer, whose capital satire of "Nothing to Wear " was published anonymously and had a great run. Of younger poets, like Stoddard, Stedman, and Aldrich (who formerly wrote for the Mirror], who are still living and working in the ma turity of their powers, it is not within the limits and design of this sketch to speak. But one of their contem poraries, Bayard Taylor, who died American minister at Taylor! Berlin, in 1878, though a Pennsylvanian by birth and rear ing, may be reckoned among the " literati of New York." A farmer lad from Chester County, who had learned the printer s trade and printed a little volume of his juvenile verses in 1844, he came to New York shortly after with cre dentials from Dr. Griswold, the editor of Graham s; and obtaining encouragement and aid from Willis, Horace Greeley, and others, he set out to make the tour of Europe, walking from town to town in Germany and getting em ployment now and then at his trade to help pay the ex penses of the trip. The story of these " Wanderjahre " he told in his "Views Afoot," 1846. This was the first of eleven books of travel written during the course of his life. He was an inveterate nomad, and his journeyings carried 178 Initial Studies in American Letters. Taylor s versatility. His poetry imitative. him to the remotest regions to California, India, China, Japan, and the isles of the sea, to Central Africa and the Soudan, Palestine, Egypt, Iceland, and the " by ways of Europe." His headquarters at home were in New York, where he did literary work for the Tribune. He was a rapid and incessant worker, throwing off many volumes of verse and prose, fiction, essays, sketches, translations, and criticisms, mainly contributed in the first instance to the magazines. His versatility was very marked, and his poetry ranged from "Rhymes of Travel, " 1848, and "Poems of the Orient," 1854, to idyls and home ballads of Pennsylvania life, like "The Quaker Widow" and "The Old Pennsyl vania Farmer" ; and on the other side to ambitious and somewhat mystical poems, like " The Masque of the Gods," 1872 written in four days, and dramatic experiments like "The Prophet," 1874, and " Prince Deukalion," 1878. He was a man of buoyant and eager nature, with a great appe tite for new experience, a remarkable memory, a talent for learning languages, and a too great readiness to take the hue of his favorite books. From his facility, his openness to external impressions of scenery and costume, and his habit of turning these at once into the service of his pen, it results that there is something " newspapery " and super ficial about most of his prose. It is reporter s work, though reporting of a high order. His poetry, too, though full of glow and picturesqueness, is largely imitative, suggesting Tennyson not unfrequently, but more often Shelley. His spirited " Bedouin Song," for example, has an echo of Shelley s " Lines to an Indian Air " : " From the desert I come to thee On a stallion shod with fire ; And the winds are left behind In the speed of my desire. Under thy window I stand, Literature in the Cities. 179 And the midnight hears my cry ; I love thee, I love but thee, With a love that shall not die." The dangerous quickness with which he caught the manner of other poets made him an admirable parodist and transla tor. His " Echo Club, 1876, contains some of the best trav esties in the tongue, and his great translation of Goethe s Translation "Faust," 1870-71 with its wonderfully close reproduction of the original meters is one of the glories of American literature. All in all, Taylor may unhesitatingly be put first among our poets of the second generation the genera tion succeeding that of Longfellow and Lowell although the lack in him of original genius self-determined to a peculiar sphere, or the want of an inward fixity and con centration to resist the rich tumult of outward impressions, has made him less significant in the history of our literary thought than some other writers less generously endowed. Taylor s novels had the qualities of his verse. They were profuse, eloquent, and faulty. " John Godfrey s Fortune," His novels. 1864, gave a picture of Bohemian life in New York. " Han nah Thurston," 1863, and "The Story of Kennett," 1866, introduced many incidents and persons from the old Quaker life of rural Pennsylvania, as Taylor remembered it in his boyhood. The former was like Hawthorne s u Blithedale Romance," a satire on fanatics and reformers, and its her oine is a nobly conceived character, though drawn with some exaggeration. "The Story of Kennett," which is largely autobiographic, has a greater freshness and reality than the others, and is full of personal recollections. In these novels, as in his short stories, Taylor s pictorial skill is greater, on the whole, than his power of creating char acters or inventing plots. Literature in the West now began to have an existence. Lite rature in Another young poet from Chester County, Pa., namely, tne West - 180 Initial Studies in American Letters. Thos. Buchan an Read. The Cary sisters. Foster s negro melodies. Thomas Buchanan Read, went to Cincinnati, and not to- New York, to study sculpture and painting, about 1837, and one of his best-known poems, " Pons Maximus," was writ ten on the occasion of the opening of the suspension bridge across the Ohio. Read came East, to be sure, in 1841, and spent many years in our seaboard cities and in Italy. He was distinctly a minor poet, but some of his Pennsylvania pastorals, like " The Deserted Road," have a natural sweet ness ; and his luxurious "Drifting," which combines the methods of painting and poetry, is justly popular. " Sheri dan s Ride" perhaps his most current piece is a rather forced production, and has been overpraised. The two Ohio sister poets, Alice and Phcebe Cary, were attracted to New York in 1850, as soon as their literary success seemed as sured. They made that city their home for the remainder of their lives. Poe praised Alice Gary s " Pictures of Mem ory," and Phoebe s " Nearer Home " has become a favorite hymn. There is nothing peculiarly western about the verse of the Cary sisters. It is the poetry of sentiment, memory, and domestic affection, entirely feminine, rather tame and diffuse as a whole, but tender and sweet, cherished by many good women and dear to simple hearts. A stronger smack of the soil is in the negro melodies like "Uncle Ned," "O Susanna," "Old Folks at Home," " Way Down South," "Nelly was a Lady," "My Old Kentucky Home," etc., which were the work, not of any southern poet, but of Stephen C. Foster, a native of Allegheny, Pa.,, and a resident of Cincinnati and Pittsburg. He composed the words and music of these, and many others of a similar kind, during the years 1847 to 1861. Taken together they form the most original arid vital addition which this country has made to the psalmody of the world, and entitle Foster to the first rank among American song-writers. As Foster s plaintive melodies carried the pathos and hu- Literature in the Cities. 181 mor of the plantation all over the land, so Mrs. Harriet Beecher Stowe s Uncle Tom s Cabin," 1852, brought home Uncle Tom s to millions of readers the sufferings of the negroes in the " black belt " of the cotton-growing states. This is the most popular novel ever written in America. Hundreds of thou sands of copies were sold in this country and in England, and some forty translations were made into foreign tongues. In its dramatized form it still keeps the stage, and the sta tistics of circulating libraries show that even now it is in greater demand than any other single book. It did more than any other literary agency to rouse the public conscience to a sense of the shame and horror of slavery ; more even than Garrison s Liberator; more than the indignant poems of Whittier and Lowell or the orations of Sumner and Phil lips. It presented the thing concretely and dramatically, and in particular it made the odious Fugitive Slave Law forever impossible to enforce. It was useless for the de fenders of slavery to protest that the picture was exagger- influence of ated, and that planters like Legree were the exception. The system under which such brutalities could happen, and did sometimes happen, was doomed. It is easy now to point out defects of taste and art in this masterpiece, to show that the tone is occasionally melodramatic, that some of the char acters are conventional, and that the literary execution is in parts feeble and in others coarse. In spite of all, it remains true that " Uncle Tom s Cabin " is a great book, the work of genius seizing instinctively upon its opportunity and ut tering the thought of the time with a power that thrilled the heart of the nation and of the world. Mrs. Stowe never repeated her first success. Some of her novels of New Eng land life, such as "The Minister s Wooing," 1859, and "The Pearl of Orr s Island," 1862, have a mild kind of in terest, and contain truthful portraiture of provincial ways and traits; while later fictions of a domestic type, like 182 Initial Studies in American Letters, Connecticut writers. Donald G. Mitchell. Henry Ward Beecher. "Pink and White Tyranny " and "My Wife and I," are really beneath criticism. There were other Connecticut writers contemporary with Mrs. Stowe : Mrs. L. H. Sigourney, for example, a Hart ford poetess, formerly known as " the Hemans of America," but now quite obsolete ; and J. G. Percival, of New Haven, a shy and eccentric scholar, whose geological work was of value, and whose memory is preserved by one or two of his simpler poems, still in circulation, such as "To Seneca Lake" and "The Coral Grove." Another Hartford poet, Brainard already spoken of as an early friend of Whittier, died young, leaving a few pieces which show that his lyrical gift was spontaneous and genuine, but had received little cultivation. A much younger writer than either of these, Donald G. Mitchell, of New Haven, has a more lasting place in our literature, by virtue of his charmingly written "Eeveries of a Bachelor," 1850, and "Dream Life," 1852, stories which sketch themselves out in a series of remi niscences and lightly connected scenes, and which always appeal freshly to young men because they have that dreamy outlook upon life which is characteristic of youth. But, upon the whole, the most important contribution made by Connecticut in that generation to the literary stock of America was the Beecher family. Lyman Beecher had been an influential preacher and theologian, and a sturdy defender of orthodoxy against Boston Unitarianism. Of his numerous sons and daughters, all more or less noted for intellectual vigor and independence, the most eminent were Mrs. Stowe and Henry Ward Beecher, the great pulpit orator of Brooklyn. Mr. Beecher was too busy a man to give more than his spare moments to general literature. His sermons, lectures, and addresses were reported for the daily papers and printed in part in book form ; but these lose greatly when divorced from the large, warm, and Literature in the Cities. 183 benignant personality of the man. His volumes made up of articles in the Independent and the Ledger, such as "Star Papers," 1855, and "Eyes and Ears," 1862, contain many delightful morceaux upon country life and similar topics, though they are hardly wrought with sufficient . closeness and care to take a permanent place in letters. Like Willis s " Ephemerse," they are excellent literary journalism, but hardly literature. We may close our retrospect of American literature before 1861 with a brief notice of one of the most striking literary Walt Whit- phenomena of the time the "Leaves of Grass" of Walt Whitman (1819-92), published at Brooklyn in 1855. The author, born at West Hills, Long Island, had been printer, school-teacher, editor, and builder. He had scrib bled a good deal of poetry of the ordinary kind, which at tracted little attention, but finding conventional rhymes and meters too cramping a vehicle for his need of expres sion, he discarded them for a kind of rhythmic chant of which the following is a fair specimen : "Press close, bare-bosom d night! Press close, magnetic, nourishing night! Night of south winds ! night of the few large stars ! Still, nodding night! mad, naked, summer night! " The invention was not altogether a new one. The English translation of the psalms of David and of some of the prophets, the " Poems of Ossian," and some of Matthew Arnold s unrhymed pieces, especially "The Strayed Rev eller," have an irregular rhythm of this kind, to say noth ing of the old Anglo-Saxon poems, like "Beowulf," and the Scripture paraphrases attributed to Csedmon. But this species of oratio soluta, carried to the lengths to which Whitman carried it, had an air of novelty which was dis pleasing to some, while to others, weary of familiar meas ures and jingling rhymes, it was refreshing in its boldness 184 Initial Studies in American Letters. Contradictory estimates of Whitman. His natural ism. " Leaves of Grass." and freedom. There is no consenting estimate of this poet. Many think that his so-called poems are not poems at all, but simply a bad variety of prose ; that there is nothing to him beyond a combination of affectation and indecency ; and that the Whitman culte is a passing u fad " of a few literary men, and especially of a number of English critics like Rossetti, Swinburne, and Buchanan, who, being determined to have something unmistakably American that is different from anything else in writings from this side of the water, before they will acknowledge any origi nality in them, have been misled into discovering in Whit man "the poet of democracy." Others maintain that he is the greatest of American poets, or, indeed, of all modern poets ; that he is " cosmic," or universal, and that he has put an end forever to puling rhymes and lines chopped up into metrical feet. Whether Whitman s poetry is formally poetry at all or merely the raw material of poetry, the chaotic and amor phous impression which it makes on readers of conservative tastes results from his effort to take up into his verse ele ments which poetry has usually left out the ugly, the earthy, and even the disgusting ; the " underside of things," which he holds not to be prosaic when apprehended with a strong, masculine joy in life and nature seen in all their aspects. The lack of these elements in the conventional poets seems to him and his disciples like leaving out the salt from the ocean, making poetry merely pretty and blink ing whole classes of facts. Hence the naturalism and ani malism of some of the divisions in " Leaves of Grass," par ticularly that entitled "Children of Adam," which gave great offense by its immodesty, or its outspokenness. Whit man holds that nakedness is chaste ; that all the functions of the body in healthy exercise are equally clean ; that all, in fact, are divine, and that matter is as divine as spirit. Literature in the Cities. 185 The effort to get everything into his poetry, to speak out his thought just as it comes to him, accounts, too, for his way poetic style. of cataloguing objects without selection. His single ex pressions are often unsurpassed for descriptive beauty and truth. He speaks of "the vitreous pour of the full moon, just tinged with blue," of the "lisp " of the plain, of the prairies, " where herds of buffalo make a crawling spread of the square miles." But if there is any eternal distinction between poetry and prose, the most liberal canons of the poetic art will never agree to accept lines like these : "And [I] remember putting plasters on the galls of his neck and ankles ; He stayed with me a week before lie was recuperated, and passed north." Whitman is the spokesman of democracy and of the future ; full of brotherliness and hope, loving the warm, The spokes . gregarious pressure of the crowd and the touch of his com- rade s elbow in the ranks. He liked the people multitudes of people ; the swarm of life beheld from a Broadway omni bus or a Brooklyn ferry-boat. The rowdy and the negro truck-driver were closer to his sympathy than the gentle man and the scholar. "I loaf and invite my soul," he writes ; " I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world." His poem "Walt Whitman," frankly egotistic, simply describes himself as a typical, average man the same as any other man, and therefore not individual but universal. He has great tenderness and heartiness "the good gray poet"; and during the Civil War he devoted himself unreservedly to the wounded soldiers in the Wash ington hospitals an experience which he has related in "The Dresser" and elsewhere. It is characteristic of his rough and ready comradery to use slang and newspaper English in his poetry, to call himself Walt instead of Wal ter, and to have his picture taken in a slouch hat and with 186 Initial Studies in American Letters. A "cosmic singer. Absence of dramatic elements. Whitman not accepted by the people. a flannel shirt open at the throat. His decriers allege that he posed for effect ; that he is simply a backward eddy in the tide, and significant only as a temporary reaction against ultra civilization like Thoreau, though in a different way. But with all his shortcomings in art there is a healthy, virile, tumultuous pulse of life in his lyric utterance and a great sweep of imagination in his panoramic view of times and countries. One likes to read him because he feels so good, enjoys so fully the play of his senses, and has such a lusty confidence in his own immortality and in the pros pects of the human race. Stripped of verbiage and repeti tion, his ideas are not many. His indebtedness to Emerson who wrote an introduction to the " Leaves of Grass" is manifest. He sings of man and not men, and the individual differences of character, sentiment, and passion, the dra matic elements of life, find small place in his system. It is too early to say what will be his final position in literary history. But it is noteworthy that the democratic masses have not accepted him yet as their poet. Whittier and Longfellow, the poets of conscience and feeling, are the darlings of the American people. The admiration, and even the knowledge of Whitman, are mostly esoteric, con fined to the literary class. It is also not without signifi cance as to the ultimate reception of his innovations in verse that he has numerous parodists, but no imitators. The tendency among our younger poets is not toward the abandonment of rhyme and meter, but toward the intro duction of new stanza forms and an increasing carefulness and finish in the technique of their art. It is observable, too, that in his most inspired passages Whitman reverts to the old forms of verse ; to blank verse, for example, in the "Man-of-WarBird: " Thou who hast slept all night upon the storm, Waking renewed on thy prodigious pinions," etc.; Literature in the Cities. 187 and elsewhere not infrequently to dactylic hexameters and pentameters : " Earth of shine and dark, mottling the tide of the river ! . . . Far-swooping, elbowed earth ! rich, apple-blossomed earth." Indeed, Whitman s most popular poem, "My Captain, 7 written after the assassination of Abraham Lincoln, differs civiTwar the little in form from ordinary verse, as a stanza of it will show: " My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done ; From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won. Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells ! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck, my captain lies Fallen, cold and dead." This is from " Drum Taps," a volume of poems of the Civil War. Whitman also wrote prose having much the same p r0 se writ- quality as his poetry: "Democratic Vistas," "Memoranda mgs * of the Civil War," and, more recently, " Specimen Days." His residence during his last years was at Camden, New Jersey, where a centennial edition of his writings was pub lished in 1876. 1. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT: " Thanatopsis " ; "To a Waterfowl"; "Green River"; "Hymn to the North Star"; "A Forest Hymn"; "O Fairest of the Rural Maids" ; "June" ; "The Death of the Flowers" ; "The Evening Wind"; "The Battle-Field"; " The Planting of the Apple-tree" ; " The Flood of Years." 2. JOHN GBEENLEAF WHITTIEB: "Cassandra South- wick" ; "The New Wife and the Old" ; "The Virginia Slave Mother"; "Randolph of Roanoke"; "Barclay of Ury"; "The Witch of Wenham " ; "Skipper Ireson s Ride"; "Marguerite"; "Maud Muller"; " Telling the 188 Initial Studies in American Letters. Bees" ; "My Playmate" ; " Barbara Frietchie " ; " Icha- bod " ; " Laus Deo " ; " Snow-Bound." 3. EDGAR ALLAN POE : " The Raven " ; " The Bells " ; "Israfel"; "Ulalume"; "To Helen"; "The City in the Sea"; "Annabel Lee"; "To One in Paradise"; "The Sleeper"; "The Valley of Unrest"; "The Fall of the House of Usher " ; " Ligeia " ; " William Wilson " ; " The Cask of Amontillado "; " The Assignation "; " The Masque of the Red Death " ; " Narrative of A. Gordon Pym." 4. N. P. WILLIS : " Select Prose Writings." New York: 1886. 5. MRS. H. B. STOWE: "Uncle Tom s Cabin" ; " Old- town Folks." 6. W. G. SIMMS : "The Partisan " ; " The Yemassee." 7. BAYARD TAYLOR : " A Bacchic Ode"; "Hylas" ; "Kubleh"; "The Soldier and the Pard"; "Sicilian Wine " ; " Taurus " ; " Serapion " ; " The Metempsychosis of the Pine " ; " The Temptation of Hassan Ben Khaled " ; " Bedouin Song " ; " Euphorion " ; " The Quaker Widow " ; "John Reid"; "Lars"; "Views Afoot"; "Byways of Europe " ; " The Story of Kennett " ; " The Echo Club." 8. WALT WHITMAN : "My Captain " ; " When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloomed " ; " Out of the Cradle End lessly Rocking" ; "Pioneers, O Pioneers" ; "The Mystic Trumpeter " ; "A Woman at Auction " ; "Sea-shore Mem oirs"; "Passage to India"; " Man nahatta"; " The Wound- Dresser " ; " Longings for Home." 9. "Poets of America." By E. C. Stedman. Boston: 1885. CHAPTER VII. LITERATURE SINCE 1861. A GENERATION has passed since the outbreak of the Civil War, and although public affairs are still mainly in the hands of men who had reached manhood before the conflict opened, or who were old enough at that time to remember clearly its stirring events, the younger men who are daily coming forward to take their places know it only by tra dition. It makes a definite break in the history of our literature, and a number of new literary schools and tend- Literature of encies have appeared since its close. As to the literature the Clvl1 w<u of the war itself, it was largely the work of writers who had already reached or passed middle age. All of the more im portant authors described in the last three chapters sur vived the Rebellion except Poe, who died in 1849, Prescott, who died in 1859, and Thoreau and Hawthorne, who died in the second and fourth years of the war, respectively. The final and authoritative history of the struggle has not yet been written, and cannot be written for many years to come. Many partial and tentative accounts have, however, appeared, among which may be mentioned, on the northern side, Horace Greeley s "American Conflict, " 1864-66, Vice- president Wilson s "Rise and Fall of the Slave Power in Histories. America," and J. W. Draper s "American Civil War," 1868-70 ; on the southern side, Alexander H. Stephen s s 11 Confederate States of America," Jefferson Davis s "Rise and Fall of the Confederate States of America," and E. A. Pollard s " Lost Cause." These, with the exception of Dr. Draper s philosophical narrative, have the advantage of be- 190 Initial Studies in American Letters. War lyrics. " John Brown s Body." ing the work of actors in the political or military events which they describe, and the disadvantage of being, there fore, partisan in some instances passionately partisan. A storehouse of materials for the coming historian is also at hand in Frank Moore s great collection, "The Rebellion Record" ; in numerous regimental histories of special ar mies, departments, and battles, like W. Swinton s "Army of the Potomac " ; in the autobiographies and recollections of Grant and Sherman and other military leaders ; in the 11 war papers," published in the Century Magazine, and re printed in book form, as " Battles and Leaders of the Civil War," 1887-89, and innumerable sketches and reminiscences by officers and privates on both sides. The war had its poetry, its humors, and its general litera ture, some of which have been mentioned in connection with Whittier, Lowell, Holmes, Whitman, and others, and some of which remain to be mentioned, as the work of new writers, or of writers who had previously made little mark. There were war songs on both sides, few of which had much literary value excepting, perhaps, James R. Randall s south ern ballad, "Maryland, My Maryland," sung to the old col lege air of " Lauriger Horatius" ; and the grand martial chorus of " John Brown s Body," an old Methodist hymn, to which the northern armies beat time as they went "marching on." Randall s song, though spirited, was marred by its fire-eating absurdities about "vandals" and " minions " and " northern scum," the cheap insults of the southern newspaper press. To furnish the " John Brown " chorus with words worthy of the music, Mrs. Julia Ward Howe wrote her " Battle Hymn of the Republic," a noble poem, but rather too fine and literary for a song, and so never fully accepted by the soldiers. Among the many verses which voiced the anguish and the patriotism of that stern time, which told of partings Literature Since 1861. 191 and home-comings, of women waiting by desolate hearths, in country homes, for tidings of husbands and sons who had gone to the war ; or which celebrated individual deeds of heroism or sang the thousand private tragedies and heart-breaks of the great conflict, by far the greater num ber were of too humble a grade to survive the feeling of the hour. Among the best or the most popular of them were Kate Putnam Osgood s u Driving Home the Cows," Mrs. Ethel Lynn Beers s " All Quiet Along the Potomac," For- ceythe Willson s " Old Sergeant," and John James Piatt s " Riding to Vote." Of the poets whom the war brought out, or developed, the most noteworthy were Henry Tim- rod, of South Carolina, and Henry Howard Brownell, of Connecticut. During the war Timrod was with the Con federate Army of the West, as correspondent for the Henry Tim- Charleston Mercury, and in 1864 he became assistant editor erate verse, of the South Carolinian, at Columbia. Sherman s " march to the sea" broke up his business, and he returned to Charleston. A complete edition of his poems was pub lished in 1873, six years after his death. The prettiest of all Timrod s poems is " Katie," but more to our present pur pose are " Charleston "written in the time of blockade and " The Unknown Dead," which tells " Of nameless graves on battle plains, Wash d by a single winter s rains, Where, some beneath Virginian hills, And some by green Atlantic rills, Some by the waters of the West, A myriad unknown heroes rest." When the war was over a poet of New York State, F. M. Finch, sang of these and of other graves in his beautiful BiueandUi Decoration Day lyric, u The Blue and the Gray," which Gray-" spoke the word of reconciliation and consecration for North and South alike. Brownell, whose " Lyrics of a Day " and " War Lyrics " 192 Initial Studies in American Letters. Henry Howard Brownell s Union poetry. Theodore Winthrop. "Cecil Dreeme." were published respectively in 1864 and 1866, was private secretary to Farragut, on whose flag-ship, the Hartford, he was present at several great naval engagements, such as the "Passage of the Forts" below New Orleans, and the action off Mobile, described in his poem " The Bay Fight." With some roughness and unevenness of execution Brown- elFs poetry had a fire which places him next to Whittier as the Korner of the Civil War. In him, especially, as in Whittier, is that Puritan sense of the righteousness of his cause which made the battle for the Union a holy war to the crusaders against slavery : " Full red the furnace fires must glow That melt the ore of mortal kind : The mills of God are grinding slow, But ah, how close they grind ! " To-day the Dahlgren and the drum Are dread apostles of his name ; His kingdom here can only come By chrism of blood and flame." One of the earliest martyrs of the war was Theodore Winthrop, hardly known as a writer until the publication in the Atlantic Monthly of his vivid sketches of u Washing ton as a Camp," describing the march of his regiment, the famous New York Seventh, and its first quarters in the Capitol at Washington. A tragic interest was given to these papers by Winthrop s gallant death in the action of Big Bethel, June 10, 1861. While this was still fresh in public recollection his manuscript novels were published, together with a collection of his stories and sketches re printed from the magazines. His novels, though in parts crude and immature, have a dash and buoyancy an out door air about them which give the reader a winning im pression of Winthrop s personality. The best of them is, perhaps, "Cecil Dreeme," a romance that reminds one a little of Hawthorne, and the scene of which is the New Literature Since 1861. 193 York University building on Washington Square, a locality that has been further celebrated in Henry James s novel of "Washington Square." Another member of this same Seventh Regiment, Fitz James O Brien, an Irishman by birth, who died at Balti more in 1862 from the effects of a wound received in a cav alry skirmish, had contributed to the magazines a number of poems and of brilliant though fantastic tales, among which the "Diamond Lens" and "What Was It?" had Fitz James O Brien s something of Edgar A. Poe s quality. Another Irish- stories. American, Charles G. Halpine, under the pen-name of "Miles O Reilly," wrote a good many clever ballads of the war, partly serious and partly in comic brogue. Prose writers of note furnished the magazines with narratives of their experience at the seat of war, among papers of which kind may be mentioned Dr. Holmes s " My Search for the Captain," in the Atlantic Monthly, and Col. T. W. Higgin- son s"Army Life in a Black Regiment," collected into a volume in 1870. Of the public oratory of the war, the foremost example is the ever memorable address of Abraham Lincoln at the Gettysburg dedication of the National Cemetery at Gettysburg. The war had brought the nation to its intellectual majority. In the stress of that terrible fight there was no room for buncombe and verbiage, such as the newspapers and stump- speakers used to dole out in ante bellum days. Lincoln s speech is short a few grave words which he turned aside for a moment to speak in the midst of his task of saving the country. The speech is simple, naked of figures, every sentence impressed with a sense of responsibility for the work yet to be done and with a stern determination to do it. " In a larger sense," it says, " we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have con- 194 Initial Studies in American Letters. secrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly ad vanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us ; that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion ; that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain ; that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom ; and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth." Here was eloquence of a different sort from the sonorous perorations of Webster or the polished climaxes of Everett. As we read the plain, strong language of this brief classic, with its solemnity, its restraint, its "brave old wisdom of sincerity," we seem to see the president s homely features irradiated with the light of coming martyrdom " The kindly- earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American." Within the past quarter of a century the popular school humor?" 1 of American humor has reached its culmination. Every man of genius who is a humorist at all is so in a way peculiar to himself. There is no lack of individuality in the humor of Irving and Hawthorne and the wit of Holmes and Lowell, but although they are new in subject and application they are not new in kind. Irving, as we have seen, was the literary descendant of Addison. The character sketches in " Bracebridge Hall" are of the same family with Sir Eoger de Coverley and the other figures of the Spectator Club. " Knickerbocker s History of New York," though purely American in its matter, is not dis- Literature Since 1861. 195 tinctly American in its method, which is akin to the mock heroic of Fielding and the irony of Swift in " The Voyage to Lilliput." Irving s humor, like that of all the great English humorists, had its root in the perception of char acterof the characteristic traits of men and classes of men, as ground of amusement. It depended for its effect, therefore, upon its truthfulness, its dramatic insight and sympathy, as did the humor of Shakespeare, of Sterne, Lamb, and Thackeray. This perception of the character istic, when pushed to excess, issues in grotesque and carica ture, as in some of Dickens s inferior creations, which are little more than personified single tricks of manner, speech, feature, or dress. Hawthorne s rare humor differed from Irving s in temper but not in substance, and belonged, thome, liOlmGS, 8/nCL like Irving s, to the English variety. Dr. Holmes s more Lowell essen^ pronouncedly comic verse does not differ specifically from the facetiae of Thomas Hood, but his prominent trait is wit, which is the laughter of the head as humor is of the heart. The same is true, with qualifications, of Lowell, whose " Biglow Papers," though humor of an original sort in their revelation of Yankee character, are essentially satirical. It is the cleverness, the shrewdness of the hits in the " Biglow Papers," their logical, that is, witty character, as distinguished from their drollery, that arrests the atten tion. They are funny, but they are not so funny as they are smart. In all these writers humor was blent with more serious qualities, which gave fineness and literary value to their humorous writings. Their view of life was not exclusively comic. But there has been a class of jesters, of professional humorists, in America, whose product is so indigenous, so different, if not in essence, yet at least in form and expres sion, from any European humor, that it maybe regarded as a unique addition to the comic literature of the world. It 196 Initial Studies in American Letters. The humor of "Artemus Ward "and " Mark Twain " dis tinctively American. Humorous journalism in America. has been accepted as such in England, where Artemus Ward and Mark Twain are familiar to multitudes who ha,ve never read " The One-Hoss Shay" or " The Courtin ." And though it would be ridiculous to maintain that either of these writers takes rank with Lowell and Holmes, or to deny that there is an amount of flatness and coarseness in many of their labored fooleries which puts large portions of their writings below the line where real literature begins, still it will not do to ignore them as mere buffoons, or even to predict that their humors will soon be forgotten. It is true that no literary fashion is more subject to change than the fashion of a jest, and that jokes that make one genera tion laugh seem insipid to the next. But there is something perennial in the fun of Rabelais, whom Bacon called " the great jester of France"; and though the puns of Shakes peare s clowns are detestable, the clowns themselves have not lost their power to amuse. The Americans are not a gay people, but they are fond of a joke. Lincoln s "little stories" were characteristically western, and it is doubtful whether he was more endeared to the masses by his solid virtues than by the humorous perception which made him one of them. The humor of which we are speaking now is a strictly popular and national possession. Though America has never, or not until lately, had a comic paper ranking with Punch or Charivari or the Fliegende Blatter, every newspaper has had its funny column. Our humorists have been graduated from the journalist s desk and sometimes from the printing- press, and now and then a local or country newspaper has risen into sudden prosperity from the possession of a new humorist, as in the case of G. D. Prentice s Courier- Journal, or more recently of the Cleveland Plaindealer, the Danbury News, the Burlington Hawkeye, the Arkansaw Traveller, the Texas Siftings, and numerous others. Nowadays there Literature Since 1861. 197 are even syndicates of humorists, who cooperate to supply fun for certain groups of periodicals. Of course, the great majority of these manufacturers of jests for newspapers and comic almanacs are doomed to swift oblivion. But it is not so certain that the best of the class, like Clemens and Browne, will not long continue to be read as illustrative of one side of the American mind, or that their best things will not survive as long as the mots of Sydney Smith, Early Ameri- . can humorists: which are still as current as ever. One of the earliest of " Major Jack them was Seba Smith, who, under the name of "Major Jack Downing," did his best to make Jackson s administra- phoenix tion ridiculous. B. P. Shillaber s "Mrs. Partington " a sort of American Mrs. Malaprop enjoyed great vogue before the war. Of a somewhat higher kind were the "Phcenixiana," 1855, and "Squibob Papers," 1856, of Lieu tenant George H. Derby, "John Phoenix," one of the pio neers of literature on the Pacific coast at the time of the California gold fever of 49. Derby s proposal for " A New System of English Grammar," his satirical account of the topographical survey of the two miles of road between San Francisco and the Mission Dolores, and his picture gallery made out of the conventional houses, steamboats, rail-cars, runaway negroes, and other designs which used to figure in the advertising columns of the newspapers, were all very ingenious and clever. But all these pale before Artemus Ward "Artemus the delicious," as Charles Reade called him who first secured for this peculiarly American type of humor a hearing and Ward." reception abroad. Ever since the invention of Hosea Big- low, an imaginary personage of some sort, under cover of whom the author might conceal his own identity, has seemed a necessity to our humorists. Artemus Ward was a traveling showman who went about the country exhibiting a collection of wax "figgers" and whose experiences and 198 Initial Studies in American Letters. " Lecture on the Mormons. Artemus in England. reflections were reported in grammar and spelling of a most ingeniously eccentric kind. His inventor was Charles F. Browne, originally of Maine, a printer by trade and after ward a newspaper writer and editor at Boston, Toledo, and Cleveland, where his comicalities in the Plaindealer first began to attract notice. In 1860 he came to New York and joined the staff of Vanity Fair, a comic weekly of much brightness, which ran a short career and perished for want of capital. When Browne began to appear as a public lec turer, people who had formed an idea of him from his im personation of the shrewd and vulgar old showman, were surprised to find him a gentlemanly-looking young man, who came upon the platform in correct evening dress, and " spoke his piece " in a quiet and somewhat mournful man ner, stopping in apparent surprise when any one in the au dience laughed at any uncommonly outrageous absurdity. In London, where he delivered his " Lecture on the Mor mons," in 1866, the gravity of his bearing at first imposed upon his hearers, who had come to the hall in search of in structive information and were disappointed at the inade quate nature of the panorama which Browne had had made to illustrate his lecture. Occasionally some hitch would oc cur in the machinery of this, and the lecturer would leave the rostrum for a few moments to " work the moon " that shone upon the Great Salt Lake, apologizing on his return on the ground that he was "a man short " and offering " to pay a good salary to any respectable boy of good parentage and education who is a good moonist." When it gradually dawned upon the British intellect that these and similar devices of the lecturer such as the soft music which he had the pianist play at pathetic passages nay, that the pano rama and even the lecture itself were of a humorous inten tion, the joke began to take, and Artemus s success in Eng land became assured. He was employed as one of the ed- Literature Since 1861. 199 itors of Punch, but died at Southampton in the year follow ing. Some of Artemus Ward s effects were produced by cacog- raphy or bad spelling, but there was genius in the wildly erratic way in which he handled even this rather low order of humor. It is a curious commentary on the wretchedness of our English orthography that the phonetic spelling of a word, as for example, wuz for was, should be in itself an oc casion of mirth. Other verbal effects of a different kind were among his devices, as in the passage where the seven teen widows of a deceased Mormon offered themselves to Artemus. "And I said, * Why is this thus ? What is the reason of this thusness ? They hove a sigh seventeen sighs of dif ferent size. They said : " O, soon thou will be gonested away I whimsies "I told them that when I got ready to leave a place I weutested. " They said, Doth not like us ? "I said, I doth I doth. " I also said, * I hope your intentions are honorable, as I am a lone child, my parents being far far away. " Then they said, Wilt not marry us ? " I said, * O no, it cannot was. " When they cried, O cruel man ! this is too much ! O, too much! I told them that it was on account of the much ness that I declined." It is hard to define the difference between the humor of one writer and another, or of one nation and another. It can be felt and can be illustrated by quoting examples, but scarcely described in general terms. It has been said of that class of American humorists of which Artemus Ward humor, is a representative that their peculiarity consists in extrav agance, surprise, audacity, and irreverence. But all these 200 Initial Studies in American Letters. qualities have characterized other schools of humor. There is the same element of surprise in De Quincey s anti-climax, "Many a man has dated his ruin from some murder or other which, perhaps, at the time he thought little of," as in Artemus s truism that " a comic paper ought to publish a joke now and then." The violation of logic which makes us laugh at an Irish bull is likewise the source of the humor in Artemus s saying of Jeff Davis, that "it would have been better than ten dollars in his pocket if he had never been born" ; or in his advice, "Always live within your income, even if you have to borrow money to do so" ; or, again, in his announcement that " Mr. Ward will pay no debts of his own contracting." A kind of ludicrous con fusion, caused by an unusual collocation of words, is also one of his favorite tricks, as when he says of Brigham Young, "He s the most married man I ever saw in my life " ; or when, having been drafted at several hundred dif ferent places where he had been exhibiting his wax figures, he says that if he went on he should soon become a regiment, and adds, " I never knew that there was so many of me." With this a whimsical understatement and an affectation of simplicity, as where he expresses his willingness to sac rifice " even his wife s relations " on the altar of patriotism ; or where, in delightful unconsciousness of his own sins against orthography, he pronounces that " Chaucer was a great poet but he couldn t spell," or where he says of the feast of raw dog, tendered him by the Indian chief, Wocky- bocky, "It don t agree with me. I prefer simpler food." On the whole, it may be said of original humor of this kind, as of other forms of originality in literature, that the ele ments of it are old, but their combinations are novel. Other humorists, like Henry W. Shaw ("Josh Billings") and David R Locke ("Petroleum V. Nasby"), have used bad spelling as a part of their machinery ; while Robert H. HENRY JAMES, JR. BKET HARTE. WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS. SAMUEL LANGHORNE CLEMENS. Literature Since 1861. 201 Newell ("Orpheus C. Kerr"), Samuel L. Clemens (" Mark Twain "), and more recently " Bill Nye," though belonging to the same school of low or broad comedy, have discarded cacography. Of these the most eminent, by all odds, is Mark Twain, who has probably made more people laugh "Mark than any other living writer. A Missourian by birth (1835), he served the usual apprenticeship at type-setting and edit ing country newspapers ; spent seven years as a pilot on a Mississippi steamboat, and seven years more mining and journalizing in Nevada, where he conducted the Virginia City Enterprise : finally drifting to San Francisco, and was associated with Bret Harte on the Californian, and in 1867 published his first book, " The Jumping Frog." This was succeeded by the "Innocents Abroad," 1869; " Roughing It," 1872 ; "A Tramp Abroad," 1880 ; and by others not so good. Mark Twain s drolleries have frequently the same air of innocence and surprise as Artemus Ward s, and there is a like suddenness in his turns of expression, as where he speaks of " the calm confidence of a Christian with four aces." If he did not originate, he at any rate employed very effectively that now familiar device of the newspaper "funny man" of putting a painful situation euphemisti cally, as when he says of a man who was hanged that he "received injuries which terminated in his death." He uses to the full extent the American humorist s favorite re sources of exaggeration and irreverence. An instance of the former quality may be seen in his famous description of a dog chasing a coyote, in " Roughing It," or in his in terview with the lightning-rod agent in "Mark Twain s Sketches," 1875. He is a shrewd observer, and his humor A satirist, has a more satirical side than Artemus Ward s, sometimes passing into downright denunciation. He delights partic ularly in ridiculing sentimental humbug and moralizing 202 Initial Studies in American Letters. " Innocents Abroad." Irreverent democracy. cant. He runs atilt, as has been said, at " copy-book texts," at the temperance reformer, the tract distributer, the Good Boy of Sunday-school literature, and the women who send bouquets and sympathetic letters to interesting criminals. He gives a ludicrous turn to famous historical anecdotes, such as the story of George Washington and his little hatchet ; burlesques the time-honored adventure, in nautical romances, of the starving crew casting lots in the long-boat, and spoils the dignity of antiquity by modern trivialities, saying of a discontented sailor on Columbus s ship, "He wanted fresh shad." The fun of " Innocents Abroad " con sists in this irreverent application of modern, common sense, utilitarian, democratic standards to the memorable places and historical associations of Europe. Tried by this test the Old Masters in the picture galleries become laugh able, Abelard was a precious scoundrel, and the raptures of the guide-books are parodied without mercy. The tourist weeps at the grave of Adam. At Genoa he drives the cicerone to despair by pretending never to have heard of Christopher Columbus, and inquiring innocently, "Is he dead?" It is Europe vulgarized and stripped of its il lusions Europe seen by a western newspaper reporter without any "historic imagination." The method of this whole class of humorists is the oppo site of Addison s or Irving s or Thackeray s. It does not amuse by the perception of the characteristic. It is not founded upon truth, but upon incongruity, distortion, un expectedness. Everything in life is reversed, as in opera bouffe, and turned topsy-turvy, so that paradox takes the place of the natural order of things. Nevertheless they have supplied a wholesome criticism upon sentimental excesses, and the world is in their debt for many a hearty laugh. In the Atlantic Monthly for December, 1863, appeared a tale entitled " The Man Without a Country," which made Literature Since 1861. 203 a great sensation, and did much to strengthen patriotic The Man feeling in one of the darkest hours of the nation s history, couiitryi" It was the story of one Philip Nolan, an army officer, whose head had been turned by Aaron Burr, and who, having been censured by a court-martial for some minor offense, exclaimed petulantly, upon mention being made of the United States government : " Damn the United States ! I wish that I might never hear the United States men tioned again." Thereupon he was sentenced to have his wish, and was kept all his life aboard the vessels of the navy, being sent off on long voyages and transferred from ship to ship, with orders to those in charge that his country and its concerns should never be spoken of in his presence. Such an air of reality was given to the narrative by inci dental references to actual persons and occurrences that many believed it true, and some were found who re membered Philip Nolan, but had heard different versions of his career. The author of this clever hoax if hoax it may be called was Edward Everett Hale, a Unitarian clergyman of Boston, who published a collection of stories Evereffflale. in 1868, under the fantastic title, "If, Yes, and Perhaps," indicating thereby that some of the tales were possible, some of them probable, and others might even be regarded as essentially true. A similar collection, " His Level Best, and Other Stories," was published in 1873, and in the interval three volumes of a somewhat different kind, the " Ingham Papers " and u Sybaris and Other Homes," both in 1869, and " Ten Times One Is Ten," in 1871. The author shelters himself behind the imaginary figure of Captain Frederic Ingham, pastor of the Sandemanian church at Xaguadavick, and the same characters have a way of re appearing in his successive volumes as old friends of the reader, which is pleasant at first, but in the end a little tiresome. 204 Initial Studies in American Letters. Verisimili * s one ^ ^ e mos t original and ingenious of tude of his American story-writers. The old device of making- wildly most improb- J able tales. improbable inventions appear like fact by a realistic treat ment of details a device employed by Swift and Edgar Poe, and more lately by Jules Verne became quite fresh and novel in his hands, and was managed with a humor all his own. Some of his best stories are : " My Double and " My Double." How He Undid Me," describing how a busy clergyman found an Irishman who looked so much like himself that he trained him to pass as his duplicate, and sent him to do duty in his stead at public meetings, dinners, etc., thereby escaping bores and getting time for real work ; " The Brick Moon," a story of a projectile built and launched into space, to revolve in a fixed meridian about the earth and serve mariners as a mark of longitude ; "The Bag Man and Rag Woman," a tale of an impoverished couple who made a competence by saving the pamphlets, advertisements, wedding-cards, etc., that came to them through the mail, and developing a paper business on that basis; and "The Skeleton in the Closet," which shows how the fate of the Southern Confederacy was involved in the adventures of a certain hoop-skirt, "built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark." Mr. Hale s historical scholarship and his habit of detail have aided him in the art of giving vraisem- Aphiianthro- blance to absurdities. He is known in philanthropy as well as in letters, and his tales have a cheerful, busy, prac tical way with them in consonance with his motto, " Look up and not down, look forward and not back, look out and not in, and lend a hand." It is too soon to sum up the literary history of the last quarter of a century. The writers who have given it shape are still writing, and their work is therefore incomplete. But on the slightest review of it two facts become manifest : first, that New England has lost its long monopoly ; and, Literature Since 1861. 205 secondly, that a marked feature of the period is the growth of realistic fiction. The electric tension of the atmosphere New England for thirty years preceding the Civil War, the storm and ary monopoly, stress of great public contests, and the intellectual stir pro duced by transcendentalism seem to have been more favor able to poetry and literary idealism than present conditions are. At all events, there are no new poets who rank with Whittier, Longfellow, Lowell, and others of the elder gen- oration, although George H. Boker, in Philadelphia, B. H. Stoddard and E. C. Stedman, in New York, and T. B. Al- drich, first in New York and afterward in Boston, have written creditable verse ; not to speak of younger writers, whose work, however, for the most part, has been more distinguished by delicacy of execution than by native im pulse. Mention has been made of the establishment of Harper s Monthly Magazine, which, under the conduct of its accomplished editors, has provided the public with an abundance of good reading. The old Putnam s Monthly, which ran from 1853 to 1858, and had a strong corps of contributors, was revived in 1868, and continued by that name till 1870, when it was succeeded by Scribner s Monthly, under the editorship of Dr. J. G. Holland, and this in 1881 by The Century, an efficient rival of Harper s in circulation, in literary excellence, and in the beauty of its wood-engravings, the American school of which art these two great periodicals have done much to develop and encourage. Another New York monthly, The Galaxy, ran from 1866 to 1878, and was edited by Richard Grant White. Within the last few years a new Scribner s Magazine has also taken the field. The Atlantic, in Boston, and Lippin- cottfs, in Philadelphia, are no unworthy competitors with these for public favor. During the forties began a new era of national expansion, somewhat resembling that described in a former chapter, 206 Initial Studies in American Letters. National expansion. The Pacific coast. Novel social conditions. and, like that, bearing fruit eventually in literature. The admission of Florida as a state in 1845, and the annexation of Texas in the same year, were followed by the cession of California in 1848, and its admission as a state in 1850. In 1849 came the great rush to the California gold-fields. San Francisco, at first a mere collection of tents and board shan ties, with a few adobe huts, grew with incredible rapidity into a great city the wicked and wonderful city apostro phized by Bret Harte in his poem, "San Francisco ": "Serene, indifferent of fate, Thou sittest at the Western Gate ; Upon thy heights so lately won Still slant the banners of the sun. . . . I know thy cunning and thy greed, Thy hard, high lust and wilful deed." The adventurers of all lands and races who flocked to the Pacific coast found there a motley state of society between civilization and savagery. There were the relics of the old Mexican occupation, the Spanish missions, with their Chris tianized Indians ; the wild tribes of the plains Apaches, Utes, and Navajoes ; the Chinese coolies and washermen all elements strange to the Atlantic seaboard and the states of the interior. The gold-hunters crossed, in stages or cara vans, enormous prairies, alkaline deserts dotted with sage brush and seamed by deep canons, and passes through gigantic mountain ranges. On the coast itself nature was unfamiliar : the climate was subtropical ; fruits and vegeta bles grew to a mammoth size, corresponding to the enor mous redwoods in the Mariposa groves and the prodigious scale of the scenery in the valley of the Yosemite and the snowcapped peaks of the sierras. At first there were few women, and the men led a wild, lawless existence in the mining camps. Hard upon the heels of the prospector fol lowed the dram-shop^ the gambling-hell, and the dance- hall. Every man carried his "Colt," and looked out for Literature Since 1861. 207 his own life and his " claim." Crime went unpunished or was taken in hand, when it got too rampant, by vigilance committees. In the diggings shaggy frontiersmen and " Pikes " from Missouri mingled with the scum of eastern cities and with broken-down business men and young col lege graduates seeking their fortune. Surveyors and geolo gists came of necessity ; speculators in mining stock and city lots set up their offices in the town ; later came a sprinkling of school-teachers and ministers. Fortunes were made in one day and lost the next at poker or loo. To-day Dramatic the lucky miner who had struck a good " lead " was drink ing champagne out of pails and treating the town ; to-mor row he was " busted," and shouldered the pick for a new onslaught upon his luck. This strange, reckless life was not without fascination, and highly picturesque and dra matic elements were present in it. It was, as Bret Harte says, " an era replete with a certain heroic Greek poetry," and sooner or later it was sure to find its poet. During the war California remained loyal to the Union, but was too far from the seat of conflict to experience any serious disturbance, and went on independently de veloping its own resources and becoming daily more civil ized. By 1868 San Francisco had a literary magazine, The Overland Monthly, which ran until 1875, and was revived in The overland 1883. It had a decided local flavor, and the vignette on its Monthl v- title-page was a happily chosen emblem, representing a grizzly bear crossing a railway track. In an early number of the Overland was a story entitled " The Luck of Roaring Camp," by Francis Bret Harte, a native of Albany, N. Y. B ret Harte. (1835), who had come to California at the age of seventeen, in time to catch the unique aspects of the life of the forty- niners, before their vagabond communities had settled down into the law-abiding society of the present day. His first contribution was followed by other stories and sketches of a 208 Initial Studies in American Letters. His California Romantic character istics. Harte s skill in narration. kind, such as " The Outcasts of Poker Flat," "Mig- gles," and " Tennessee s Partner "; and by verses, serious and humorous, of which last, " Plain Language from Truth ful James," better known as u The Heathen Chinee," made an immediate hit, and carried its author s name into every corner of the English-speaking world. In 1871 he published a collection of his tales, another of his poems, and a volume of very clever parodies, "Condensed Novels," which rank with Thackeray s " Novels by Eminent Hands." Bret Harte s California stories were vivid, highly colored pictures of life in the mining camps and raw towns of the Pacific coast. The pathetic and the grotesque went hand in hand in them, and the author aimed to show how even in the desperate characters gathered together there the for tune-hunters, gamblers, thieves, murderers, drunkards, and prostitutes the latent nobility of human nature asserted itself in acts of heroism, magnanimity, self-sacrifice, and touching fidelity. The same men who cheated at cards and shot each other down with tipsy curses were capable on occasion of the most romantic generosity and the most deli cate chivalry. Critics were not wanting who held that, in the matter of dialect and manners and other details, the narrator was not true to the facts. This was a comparatively unimportant charge ; but a more serious question was the doubt whether his characters were essentially true to human nature ; whether the wild soil of revenge and greed and dissolute living ever yields such flowers of devotion as blos som in " Tennessee s Partner "and " The Outcasts of Poker Flat." However this may be, there is no question as to Harte s power as a narrator. His short stories are skilfully constructed and effectively told. They never drag, and are never overladen with description, reflection, or other lum ber. In his poems in dialect we find the same variety of types Literature Since 1861. 209 and nationalities characteristic of the Pacific coast : the little Mexican maiden, Pachita, in the old mission garden ; the wicked Bill Nye, who tries to cheat the Heathen Chinee at euchre and to rob Injin Dick of his winning lottery ticket ; Dialect poetry. the geological society on the Stanislaw who settle their scientific debates with chunks of old red sandstone and the skulls of mammoths ; the unlucky Mr. Dow, who finally strikes gold while digging a well, and builds a house with a "coopilow"; and Flynn, of Virginia, who saves his " pard s " life at the sacrifice of his own, by holding up the timbers in the caving tunnel. These poems are mostly in monologue, like Browning s dramatic lyrics, exclamatory and abrupt in style, and with a good deal of indicated action, as in "Jim," where a miner comes into a bar-room, looking for his old chum, learns that he is dead, and is just turning away to hide his emotion when he recognizes Jim in his informant. " Well, thar Good-bye- No more, sir I Eh? What s that you say ? Dramatic Why, dern it !-sho !- monologues. No? Yes! By Jo! Sold! Sold ! Why, you limb ! You ornery, Denied old Long-legged Jim ! " Bret Harte had many imitators, and not only did our newspaper poetry for a number of years abound in the prop erties of Californian life, such as gulches, placers, divides, etc., but writers farther east applied his method to other conditions. Of these by far the most successful was John Hay, a native of Indiana and private secretary to President Lincoln, whose "Little Breeches," "Jim Bludso," and "Mystery of Gilgal" have rivaled Bret Harte s own verses 210 Initial Studies in American Letters. Life in the Southwest. Other dialect writers. James Whit- comb Riley. in popularity. In the last named piece the reader is given to feel that there is something rather cheerful and humorous in a bar-room fight which results in " the gals that winter, as a rule," going "alone to singing-school." In the two former we have heroes of the Bret Harte type, the same combination of superficial wickedness with inherent loyalty and tenderness. The profane farmer of the Southwest, who "doesn t pan out on the prophets," and who had taught his little son " to chaw terbacker, just to keep his milk teeth white," but who believes in God and the angels ever since the miraculous recovery of the same little son when lost on the prairie in a blizzard ; and the unsaintly and bigamistic captain of the Prairie JSelle, who died like a hero, hold ing the nozzle of his burning boat against the bank " Till the last galoot s ashore." The manners and dialect of other classes and sections of the country have received abundant illustration of late years. Edward Eggleston s " Hoosier Schoolmaster," 1871, and his other novels are pictures of rural life in the early days of Indiana. " Western Windows," a volume of poems by John James Piatt, also a native of Indiana, had an un mistakable local coloring. Another Indiana poet, James Whitcomb Riley, has re cently attained the rank of a really national poet. His books sell by the hundred thousand, and his popularity equals, if it does not exceed, that of the favorite Longfellow. The contents of his first volume of poems in the Hoosier dialect, "The Old Swimmin Hole and Leveii More Poems," 1883, had originally appeared in the Indianapolis Journal, and purported to be the contributions of Benj. F. Johnson, a simple-hearted old Boone County farmer. This quaint and friendly figure had an individuality as taking as that of those other literary myths, Diedrich Knicker- Literature Since 1861. 211 bocker, Hosea Biglow, and Artemus Ward, without the touch of caricature which made them all slightly unreal. "Here s three oil s are sophisticated: thou art the thing itself." The creator of Hosea Biglow lived to extend a warm welcome to his youngest successor in the art of homely idyllic verse ; and the venerable Dr. Holmes was more interested in these Hoosier ballads than in any other recent phenomenon in American literature. Such poems as " Griggsby s Station," " The Airly Days," and "When the Frost is on the Punkin," with their abso- Hoosier lute sincerity and their mixture of tenderness and humor, went straight to the heart of the people. They appealed to country neighbors, and to all who had ever been country boys and played hookey to go swimming, or fishing, or bird- nesting, or stealing watermelons, or simply lying on the orchard grass. There is an artless, catching sing-song in Riley s meters which makes them a kind of glorified Mother Goose Melodies. Pieces like "Little Orphant Annie " and " The Raggedy Man " are as singable as Foster s plantation songs and as poetic, in their interpretation of the childish mind, as Stevenson s "A Child s Garden of Verses." This union of lyric imagination with the lilt of the familiar nursery rhyme may be illustrated from a single stanza. "" An little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue, An the lampwick sputters, an the wind goes woo-oo ! An you hear the crickets quit, an the moon is gray, An the lightnin -bugs in dew is all squenched away, You better mind yer parents, an yer teachers fond and dear, An churish them at loves you, an dry the orphant s tear, An he p the pore an needy ones at clusters all about, Er the gobble-uns 11 git you Ef you Don t Watch Out!" Riley s first volume has been followed by many others : 212 Initial Studies in American Letters. Sidney Lanier. " Uncle Remus. "Neighborly Poems, " Afterwhiles," "Pipes O Pan," "Rhymes of Childhood," etc. In 1892 a selection of his- poems was published in England with the title " Old- Fashioned Roses." Although his pieces in dialect have winning peculiarities, all their own, many of his verses in classical English, such as " The South Wind and the Sun 1r and " Afterwhiles," show that his poetry is not dependent upon dialect for its highest effects. Charles G. Leland, of Philadelphia, in his Hans Breit- mann ballads, in dialect, gave a humorous presentation of the German- American element in the cities. By the death, in 1881, of Sidney Lanier, a Georgian by birth, the South lost a poet of rare promise, whose original genius was some what hampered by his hesitation between two arts of ex pression, music and verse, and by his effort to coordinate them. His "Science of English Verse," 1880, was a most suggestive, though hardly convincing, statement of that theory of their relation which he was working out in his practice. Some of his pieces, like "The Mocking Bird" and the " Song of the Chattahoochie," are the most charac teristically southern poetry that has been written in America. Joel Chandler Harris s " Uncle Remus " stories, in negro dialect, are transcripts from the folk-lore of the- plantation, while his collection of stories, "At Teague Poteet s," together with Miss Murfree s " In the Tennessee Mountains" and her other books, have made the northern public familiar with the wild life of the "moonshiners," who distil illicit whisky in the mountains of Georgia, North Carolina, and Tennessee. These tales are not only exciting in incident, but strong and fresh in their delinea tions of character. Their descriptions of mountain scenery are also impressive, though, in the case of the last-named writer, frequently too prolonged. George W. Cable s sketches of French Creole life in New Literature Since 1861. 213 Orleans attracted attention by their freshness and quaintness Cable . s stories when published in the magazines and reissued in book form of Creolellfe - as "Old Creole Days," in 1879. His first regular novel, "The Grandissimes," 1880, was likewise a story of Creole life. It had the same winning qualities as his short stories and sketches, but was an advance upon them in dramatic force, especially in the intensely tragic and powerfully told episode of " Bras Coupe"." Mr. Cable has continued his studies of Louisiana types and ways in his later books, but " The Grandissimes " still remains his masterpiece. All in all, he is, thus far, the most important literary figure of the New South, and the justness and delicacy of his representa tions of life speak volumes for the sobering and refining agency of the Civil War in the states whose " cause " was "lost," but whose true interests gained even more by the loss than did the interests of the victorious North. The four writers last mentioned have all come to the front within the past fifteen years, and, in accordance with the plan of this sketch, receive here a mere passing notice. It remains to close our review of the literary history of the period since the war with a somewhat more extended ac count of the two favorite novelists whose work has done more than anything else to shape the movement of recent fiction. These are Henry James, Jr., and William Dean Howells. Their writings, though dissimilar in some re spects, are alike in this, that they are analytic in method and realistic in spirit. Cooper was a romancer pure and Realistic simple ; he wrote the romance of adventure and of external flction - incident. Hawthorne went much deeper, and with a finer spiritual insight dealt with the real passions of the heart and with men s inner experiences. This he did with truth and power ; but, although himself a keen observer of what ever passed before his eyes, he was not careful to secure a photographic fidelity to the surface facts of speech, dress, 214 Initial Studies in American Letters. The novel of manners. Absence of plot. and manners. Thus the talk of his characters is book-talk, and not the actual language of the parlor or the street, with its slang, its colloquial ease and the intonations and shad- ings of phrase and pronunciation which mark different sections of the country and different grades of society. His attempts at dialect, for example, were of the slenderest kind. His art is ideal, and his romances certainly do not rank as novels of real life. But with the growth of a richer and more complicated society in America, fiction has grown more social and more minute in its observation. It would not be fair to classify the novels of James and Howells as the fiction of manners merely ; they are also the fiction of character, but they aim to describe people not only as they are, in their inmost natures, but also as they look and talk and dress. They try to express character through manners, which is the way in which it is most often expressed in the daily existence of a conventional so ciety. It is a principle of realism not to select exceptional persons or occurrences, but to take average men and women and their average experiences. The realists protest that the moving incident is not their trade, and that the stories have all been told. They want no plot and no hero. They will tell no rounded tale with a denouement, in which all the parts are distributed, as in the fifth act of an old-fashioned comedy ; but they will take a transcript from life and end when they get through, without informing the reader what becomes of the characters. And they will try to interest this reader in "poor real life" with its "foolish face." Their acknowledged masters are Balzac, George Eliot, Tur- ge"nieff, and Anthony Trollope, and they regard novels as studies in sociology, honest reports of the writers impres sions, which may not be without a certain scientific value even. Mr. James s peculiar province is the international novel, Literature Since 1861. 215 a field which he created for himself, but which he has occu- Henry James, pied in company with Howells, Mrs. Burnett, and many Jr> others. The novelist received most of his schooling in Europe, and has lived much abroad, with the result that he has become half denationalized and has engrafted a cosmo politan indifference upon his Yankee inheritance. This, indeed, has constituted his opportunity. A close observer and a conscientious student of the literary art, he has added to his intellectual equipment the advantage of a curious doubleness in his point of view. He looks at America with the eyes of a foreigner and at Europe with the eyes of an American. He has so far thrown himself out of relation An inter . with American life that he describes a Boston horse-car or a New York hotel table with a sort of amused wonder. His starting-point was in criticism, and he has always main tained the critical attitude. He took up story-writing in order to help himself, by practical experiment, in his chosen art of literary criticism, and his volume on "French Poets and Novelists," 1878, is by no means the least valuable of his books. His short stories in the magazines were collected in- to a volume in 1875, with the title, "A Passionate Pilgrim, and Other Stories. " One or two of these, as " The Last of theValerii" and " The Madonna of the Future," suggest Hawthorne, a very unsympathetic study of whom James afterward contributed to the "English Men of Letters" series. But in the name-story of the collection he was al ready in the line of his future development. This is the story of a middle-aged invalid American who comes to Eng land in search of health, and finds, too late, in the mellow atmosphere of the mother-country, the repose and the con genial surroundings which he has all his life been longing "A Passionate for in his raw America. The pathos of his self-analysis and his confession of failure is subtly imagined. The impres sions which he and his far-away English kinsfolk make on 216 Initial Studies in American Letters. Delicate art. Analytic method. "Daisy Miller." one another, their mutual attraction and repulsion, are de scribed with that delicate perception of national differences which makes the humor and sometimes the tragedy of James s later books, like " The American," "Daisy Mil ler," "The Europeans," and "An International Episode." His first novel was "Roderick Hudson," 1876, not the most characteristic of his fictions, but perhaps the most powerful in its grasp of elementary passion. The analytic method and the critical attitude have their dangers in im aginative literature. In proportion as this writer s faculty of minute observation and his realistic objectivity have in creased upon him, the uncomfortable coldness which is felt in his youthful work has become actually disagreeable, and his art growing constantly finer and surer in matters of detail has seemed to dwell more and more in the region of mere manners and less in the higher realm of character and passion. In most of his writings the heart, somehow, is left out. We have seen that Irving, from his knowledge of England and America, and his long residence in both coun tries, became the mediator between the two great branches of the Anglo-Saxon race. This he did by the power of his sympathy with each. Henry James has likewise inter preted the two nations to one another in a subtler but less genial fashion than Irving, and not through sympathy, but through contrast, by bringing into relief the opposing ideals of life and society which have developed under different in stitutions. In his novel, "The American," 1877, he has shown the actual misery which may result from the clash ing of opposed social systems. In such clever sketches as "Daisy Miller," 1879, " The Pension Beaurepas," and "A Bundle of Letters," he has exhibited types of the American girl, the American business man, the aesthetic feebling from Boston, and the Europeanized or would-be denationalized American campaigners in the Old World, and has set forth Literature Since 1861. 217 the ludicrous incongruities, perplexities, and misunder standings which result from contradictory standards of con- contradictory ventional morality and behavior. In "The Europeans," social ideals * 1879, "Lady Barbarina," and "An International Episode," 1888, he has reversed the process, bringing Old World stand ards to the test of American ideas by transferring his dram atis personce to republican soil. The last named of these il lustrates how slender a plot realism requires for its purposes. It is nothing more than the history of an English girl of good family who marries an American gentleman and un dertakes to live in America, but finds herself so uncomfort able in strange social conditions that she returns to Eng land for life, while, contrariwise, the heroine s sister is so taken with the freedom of these very conditions that she elopes with another American and " goes West." James is a keen observer of the physiognomy of cities as well as of men, and his "Portraits of Places," 1884, is among the most delightful contributions to the literature of foreign travel. Mr. Howells s writings are not without "international " touches. In "A Foregone Conclusion" and "The Lady of William Dean the Aroostook," and others of his novels, the contrasted Howells - points of view in American and European life are intro duced, and especially those variations in feeling, custom, and dialect, which make the modern Englishman and the modern American such objects of curiosity to each other, and which have been dwelt upon of late even unto satiety. But in general he finds his subjects at home, and if he does not know his own countrymen and country women more intimately than Mr. James, at least he loves them better. There is a warmer sentiment in his fictions, too ; his men are better fellows and his women are more A novelist of lovable. Howells was born in Ohio. His early life was American life. that of a western country editor. In 1860 he published, 218 Initial Studies in American Letters. "A Chance Ac- jointly with his friend Piatt, a book of verse " Poems of Two Friends." In 1861 he was sent as consul to Venice, and the literary results of his sojourn there appeared in his sketches, "Venetian Life," 1865, and "Italian Journeys," 1867. In 1871 he became editor of the Atlantic Monthly, and in the same year published his " Suburban Sketches." Early sketches All of these early volumes showed a quick eye for the pic turesque, an unusual power of description, and humor of the most delicate quality ; but as yet there was little ap proach to narrative. "Their Wedding Journey" was a revelation to the public of the interest that may lie in an ordinary bridal trip across the state of New York, when a close and sympathetic observation is brought to bear upon the characteristics of American life as it appears at railway stations and hotels, on steamboats and in the streets of very commonplace towns. "A Chance Acquaintance," 1873, was Ho wells s first novel, though even yet the story was set against a background of travel-pictures. A holiday trip on the St. Lawrence and the Saguenay, with descriptions of Quebec and the Falls of Montmorenci, rather predomi nated over the narrative. Thus, gradually and by a natural process, complete characters and realistic novels, such as "A Modern Instance," 1882, and "Indian Summer," evolved themselves from truthful sketches of places and persons seen by the way. The incompatibility existing between European and American views of life, which makes the comedy or the tragedy of Henry James s international fictions, is replaced in Howells s .novels by the repulsion between differing social grades in the same country. The adjustment of these subtle distinctions forms a part of the problem of life in all com pii ca t e d societies. Thus in "A Chance Acquaintance " the heroine is a bright and pretty western girl, who be comes engaged during a pleasure tour to an irreproachable The adjust- ttheme. Literature Since 1861. 219 but offensively priggish young gentleman from Boston, and the engagement is broken by her in consequence of an un intended slight the betrayal on the hero s part of a shade of mortification when he and his betrothed are suddenly brought into the presence of some fashionable ladies belong- The Rise of ing to his own monde. The little comedy, "Out of the ham. ^ ap " Question," deals with this same adjustment of social scales ; and in many of Howells s other novels, such as " Silas Lapham " and a The Lady of the Aroostook," one of the main motives may be described to be the contact of the man who eats with his fork with the man who eats with his knife, and the shock thereby ensuing. In Indian Summer" the complications arise from the difference in age between the hero and heroine, and not from a differ ence in station or social antecedents. In all of these fic tions the misunderstandings come from an incompatibility of manners rather than of character, and, if anything were to be objected to the probability of the story, it is that Sottve? 6 " f the climax hinges on delicacies and subtleties which, in real life, when there is opportunity for explanations, are readily brushed aside. But in "A Modern Instance" Howells touched the deeper springs of action. In this, his instance." strongest work, the catastrophe is brought about, as in George Eliot s great novels, by the reaction of characters upon one another, and the story is realistic in a higher sense than any mere study of manners can be. His nearest approach to romance is in " The Undiscovered Country," 1880, which deals with the Spiritualists and the Shakers, and in its study of problems that hover on the borders of the supernatural, in its out-of-the-way personages and adventures, and in a certain ideal poetic flavor about the whole book, has a strong resemblance to Hawthorne, es pecially to Hawthorne in "The Blithedale Romance," where he comes closer to common ground with other ro- Initial Studies in American Letters. "TheUndis- mancers. It is interesting to compare " The Undiscovered t?y?nd C "The Country" with Henry James s " Bostonians," the latest ?ompared. S " and one of the cleverest of his fictions, which is likewise a study of the clairvoyants, mediums, woman s rights advo cates, and all varieties of cranks, reformers, and patrons of "causes," for whom Boston has long been notorious. A most unlovely race of people they become under the cold scrutiny of Mr. James s cosmopolitan eyes, which see more clearly the charlatanism, narrow-mindedness, mistaken fanaticism, morbid self-consciousness, disagreeable nervous intensity, and vulgar or ridiculous outside peculiarities of the humanitarians, than the nobility and moral enthusiasm which underlie the surface. Howe! Is is almost the only successful American dramatist wnose pl avs are a l so literature. His field is parlor comedy. His little farces, "The Elevator," "The Register," "The Parlor-Car," have a lightness and grace, with an exqui sitely absurd situation, which remind us more of the "Comedies et Proverbes " of Alfred de Musset, or the many agreeable dialogues and monologues of the French domestic stage, than of any work of English or American hands. His softly ironical yet affectionate treatment of feminine ways is especially admirable. In his numerous types of sweetly illogical, inconsistent, and inconsequent womanhood he has perpetuated with a nicer art than Dickens what Thackeray calls " that great discovery," Mrs. Nickleby. 1. THEODORE WINTHBOP : "Life in the Open Air"; " Cecil Dreeme." 2. THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON : " Life in a Black Regiment." 3. " Poetry of the Civil War." Edited by Richard Grant White. New York : 1866. 4. CHARLES FARRAR BROWNE : " Artemus Ward His Literature Since 1861. 221 Book " ; u Lecture on the Mormons " ; " Artemus Ward in London." 5. SAMUEL LANGHORNE CLEMENS : " The Jumping Frog " ; " Roughing It" ; " The Mississippi Pilot." 6. CHARLES GODFREY LELAND : " Hans Breitmann s Ballads." 7. EDWARD EVERETT HALE : "If, Yes, and Perhaps " ; " His Level Best, and Other Stories." 8. FRANCIS BRET HARTE : " Outcasts of Poker Flat, and Other Stories"; "Condensed Novels"; "Poems in Dia lect." 9. SIDNEY LANIER : " Nirvana " ; " Resurrection "; "The Harlequin of Dreams" ; "Song of the Chattahoochie " ; "The Mocking Bird"; " The Stirrup-Cup "; "Tampa Robins"; "The Bee"; "The Revenge of Hamish " ; " The Ship of Earth " ; " The Marshes of Glynn " ; " Sun rise." 10. HENRY JAMES, JR. : "A Passionate Pilgrim " ; " Rod erick Hudson " ; " Daisy Miller " ; " Pension Beaurepas " ; "A Bundle of Letters "; "An International Episode"; "The Bostonians " ; " Portraits of Places." 11. WILLIAM DEAN HOWELLS : " Their Wedding Jour ney " ; " Suburban Sketches " ; " A Chance Acquaintance "; " A Foregone Conclusion " ; " The Undiscovered Country"; "A Modern Instance." 12. GEORGE W. CABLE : " Old Creole Days " ; " Madame Delphine " ; " The Grandissimes." 13. JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS : " Uncle Remus " ; " Min- go, and Other Sketches." 14. CHARLES EGBERT CRADDOCK (Miss MURFREE) : "In the Tennessee Mountains." 15. JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY : " Neighborly Poems " ; "Afterwhiles " ; " Rhymes of Childhood." APPENDIX. APPENDIX. COTTON MATHER. CAPTAIN PHIPS AND THE SPANISH WRECK. [From " Magnalia Christ! Americana."] CAPTAIN PHIPS, arriving with a ship and a tender at Port de la Plata, made a stout canoe of a stately cotton-tree, so large as to carry eight or ten oars, for the making of which periaga (as they call it) he did, with the same industry that he did everything else, employ his own hand and adze, and endure no little hardship, lying abroad in the woods many nights to gether. This periaga with the tender, being anchored at a place convenient, the periaga kept busking to and again,* but could only discover a reef of rising shoals thereabouts, called " The Boilers," which, rising to be within two or three feet of the surface of the sea, were yet so steep that a ship striking on them would immediately sink down, who could say how many fathom, into the ocean. Here they could get no other pay for their long peeping among the Boilers, but only such as caused them to think upon returning to their captain with the bad news of their total disappointment. Nevertheless, as they were upon their return, one of the men, looking over the side of the periaga into the calm water, he spied a sea-feather growing, as he judged, out of a rock ; whereupon he bade one of their In dians to dive and fetch this feather, that they might, however, carry home something with them, and make at least as fair a triumph as Caligula s.f The diver, bringing up the feather, brought therewithal a surprising story, that he perceived a number of great guns in the watery world where he had found his feather ; the reportj of which great guns exceedingly as tonished the whole company, and at once turned their despond encies for their ill success into assurances that they had now * Passing to and fro. t The Roman emperor who invaded Britain unsuccessfully and made his legionaries gather sea-shells to bring back with them as evidences of victory. I One of Mather s puns. 225 U26 Initial Studies in American Letters. lit upon the true spot of ground which they had been looking for ; and they were further confirmed in these assurances when, upon further diving, the Indian fetched up a sow, as they styled it, or a lump of silver worth perhaps two or three hun dred pounds. Upon this they prudently buoyed the place that they might readily find it again ; and they went back unto their captain, whom for some while they distressed with nothing but such bad news as they formerly thought they must have car ried him. Nevertheless, they so slipped in the sow of silver on one side under the table, where they were now sitting with the captain, and hearing him express his resolutions to wait still patiently upon the providence of God under these disappoint ments, that when he should look on one side he might see that odd thing before him. At last he saw it. Seeing it he cried out with some agony, " Why, what is this ? Whence comes this? " And then, with changed countenances, they told him how and where they got it. " Then," said he, " thanks be to God ! We are made " ; and so away they went, all hands to work ; wherein they had this one further piece of remarkable prosperity, that whereas if they had first fallen upon that part of the Spanish wreck where the pieces of eight* had been stowed in bags among the ballast they had seen a more laborious and less en riching time of it ; now, most happily, they first fell upon that room in the wreck where the bullion had been stored up ; and they so prospered in this new fishery that in a little while they had, without the loss of any man s life, brought up thirty-two tuns of silver ; for it was now come to measuring of silver by tuns. Besides which, one Adderly, of Providence, who had formerly been very helpful to Captain Phips in the search of this wreck, did, upon former agreement, meet him now with a little vessel here ; and he, with his few hands, took up about six tuns of silver ; whereof, nevertheless, he made so little use that in a year or two he died at Bermudas, and, as I have heard, he ran distracted some while before he died. Thus did there once again come into the light of the sun a treasure which had been half an hundred years groaning under the waters ; and in this time there was grown upon the plate a crust-like limestone, to the thickness of several inches ; which crust being broken open by iron contrived for that purpose, they knocked out whole bushels of rusty pieces of eight which were grown thereinto. Besides that incredible treasure of plate in various forms thus fetched up from seven or eight * Spanish piasters, formerly divided into eight reals. The piaster = an American dollar. Jonathan Edwards. 227 fathom under water, there were vast riches of gold, and pearls, and jewels, which they also lit upon ; and indeed, for a more comprehensive invoice, I must but summarily say, "All that a Spanish frigate uses to be enriched withal." JONATHAN EDWARDS. THE BEAUTY OF HOLINESS. [From the author s Personal Narrative.] HOLINESS, as I then wrote down some of my contemplations on it, appeared to me to be of a sweet, pleasant, charming, se rene, calm nature; which brought an inexpressible purity, brightness, peacefulness, and ravishment to the soul. In other words, that it made the soul like a field or garden of God, with all manner of pleasant flowers ; enjoying a sweet calm and the gently vivifying beams of the sun. The soul of a true Christian, as I then wrote my meditations, appeared like such a little white flower as we see in the spring of the year ; low and humble on the ground, opening its bosom to receive the pleasant beams of the sun s glory ; rejoicing, as it were, in a calm rapture ; diffus ing around a sweet fragrancy ; standing peacefully and lovingly in the midst of other flowers round about ; all in like manner opening their bosoms to drink in the light of the sun. There was no part of creature-holiness that I had so great a sense of its loveliness as humility, brokenness of heart, and poverty of spirit ; and there was nothing that I so earnestly longed for. My heart panted after this to lie low before God, as in the dust ; that I might be nothing, and that God might be all ; that I might become as a little child. THE WRATH OF GOD. [From " Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God."] UNCONVERTED men walk over the pit of hell on a rotten covering, and there are innumerable places in this covering so weak that they will not bear their weight, and these places are not seen. The arrows of death fly unseen at noonday; the sharpest sight cannot discern them. God has so many different, unsearchable ways of taking wicked men out of the world and sending them to hell that there is nothing to make it appear that God had need to be at the expense of a miracle, or go out of the ordinary course of his providence, to destroy any wicked man at any moment. . . . Your wickedness makes you as it were heavy as lead and to tend downward with great weight and 228 Initial Studies in American Letters. pressure toward hell ; and, if God should let you go, you would immediately sink and swiftly descend and plunge into the bot tomless gulf, and your healthy constitution, and your own care and prudence, and best contrivance, and all your righteousness, would have no more influence to uphold you and keep you out of hell than a spider s web world have to stop a falling rock. . . . There are the black clouds of God s wrath now hanging di rectly over your heads, full of the dreadful storm and big with thunder ; and were it not for the restraining hand of God it would immediately burst forth upon you. The sovereign pleas ure of God, for the present, stays his rough wind ; otherwise it would come with fury, and your destruction would come like a. whirlwind, and you would be like the chaff of the summer threshing-floor. The wrath of God is like great waters that are- dammed for the present ; they increase more and more, and rise^ higher and higher, till an outlet is given ; and the longer the^ stream is stopped, the more rapid and mighty is its course when once it is let loose. . . . Thus it will be with you that are in an unconverted state, if you continue in it ; the infinite might and majesty and terrible- ness of the omnipotent God shall be magnified upon you in the ineffable strength of your torments ; you shall be tormented in the presence of the holy angels and in the presence of the Lamb ; and, when you shall be in this state of suffering, the glorious in habitants of heaven shall go forth and look on the awful specta cle, that they may see what the wrath and fierceness of the- Almighty is ; and when they have seen it they will fall down and adore that great power and majesty. " And it shall come to- pass, that from one moon to another, and from one Sabbath to another, shall all flesh come to worship before me, saith the> Lord. And they shall go forth and look upon the carcasses of the men that have transgressed against me ; for their worm- shall not die, neither shall their fire be quenched, and they shall be an abhorring unto all flesh." It is everlasting wrath. It would be dreadful to suffer this, fierceness and wrath of Almighty God one moment ; but you. must suffer it to all eternity ; there will be no end to this exqui site, horrible misery ; when you look forward you shall see a long forever, a boundless duration, before you, which will swal low up your thoughts and amaze your soul ; and you will abso lutely despair of ever having any deliverance, any end, any mitigation, any rest at all ; you will know certainly that you must wear out long ages, millions of millions of ages, in wrest ling and conflicting with this almighty merciless vengeance ; and then, when you have so done, when so many ages have- .Benjamin Franklin. 229 actually been spent by you in this manner, you will know that all is but a point to what remains. So that your punishment will indeed be infinite. . . . If we knew that there was one per son, and but one, in the whole congregation, that was to be the subject of this misery, what an awful thing it would be to think of! If we knew who it was, what an awful sight would it be to see such a person ! How might all the rest of the congregation lift up a lamentable and bitter cry over him ! But alas ! Instead of one, how many is it likely will remember this discourse in hell ! And it would be a wonder if some that are now present .should not be in hell in a very short time, before this year is out. And it would be no "wonder if some persons, that now sit here in some seats of this meeting-house in health, and quiet, and secure, should be there before to-morrow morning. BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. FRANKLIN S ARRIVAL AT PHILADELPHIA. [From " The Life of Benjamin Franklin, Written by Himself."] I WAS in my working dress, my best clothes being to come round by sea. I was dirty from my journey ; my pockets were stuffed out with shirts and stockings, and I knew no soul nor where to look for lodging. I was fatigued with traveling, row ing, and want of rest ; I was very hungry ; and my whole stock of cash consisted of a Dutch dollar and about a shilling in cop per. The latter I gave the people of the boat for my passage, who at first refused it, on account of my rowing ; but I insisted on their taking it, a man being sometimes more generous when he has but a little money than when he has plenty, perhaps through fear of being thought to have but little. Then I walked up the street, gazing about, till near the mar ket-house I met a boy with bread. I had made many a meal on bread, and, inquiring where he got it, I went immediately to the baker s he directed me to, in Second Street, and asked for biscuit, intending such as we had in Boston ; but they, it seems, were not made in Philadelphia. Then I asked for a three-penny loaf, and was told they had none such. So, not considering or knowing the difference of money, and the greater cheapness, nor the names of his bread, I had him give me three-penny worth of any sort. He gave me, accordingly, three great puffy rolls. I was surprised at the quantity, but took it, and, having no room in my pockets, walked off with a roll under each arm, and eating the other. Thus I went up Market Street as far as Fourth Street, passing by the door of Mr. Read, my future wife s 230 Initial Studies in American Letters. father, when she, standing at the door, saw me, and thought I made, as I certainly did, a most awkward, ridiculous appear ance. Then I turned and went down Chestnut Street and part of Walnut Street, eating my roll all the way and, coming round, found myself again at Market Street wharf, near the boat I came in, to which I went for a draught of the river water ; and, be ing filled with one of my rolls, gave the other two to a woman and her child that came down the river in the boat with us, and were waiting to go farther. Thus refreshed, I walked again up the street, which by this time had many clean-dressed people in it, who were all walking the same way. I joined them, and thereby was led into the great meeting-house of the Quakers near the market. I sat down among them, and, after looking round awhile and hear ing nothing said, being very drowsy through labor and want of rest the preceding night, I fell fast asleep, and continued so till the meeting broke up, when one was kind enough to rouse me. This was, therefore, the first house I was in, or slept in, in Phila delphia. Walking down again toward the river, and looking in the faces of the people, I met a young Quaker man whose counte nance I liked, and, accosting him, requested he would tell me where a stranger could get lodging. We were near the sign of the Three Mariners. * * Here, says he, " is one place that enter tains strangers, but it is not a reputable house ; if thee wilt walk with me, I ll show thee a better." He brought me to the Crooked Billet in Water Street. Here I got a dinner. PAYING TOO DEAR FOB THE WHISTLE. [From Correspondence with Madame Britton.] I AM charmed with your description of Paradise, and with your plan of living there ; and I approve much of your conclus ion, that, in the meantime, we should draw all the good we can from this world. In my opinion we might all draw more good from it than we do, and suffer less evil, if we would take care not to give too much for whistles, for to me it seems that most of the unhappy people we meet with are become so by neglect of that caution. You ask what I mean ? You love stories, and will excuse my telling one of myself. When I was a child of seven years old my friends, on a holi day, filled my pocket with coppers. I went directly to a shop where they sold toys for children, and, being charmed with the sound of a whistle, that I met by the way in the hands of another Philip Freneau. 231 boy, I voluntarily offered and gave all my money for one. I then came home, and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family. My brothers and sisters and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was worth ; put me in mind what good things I might have bought with the rest of the money, and laughed at me so much for my folly that I cried with vexation ; and the reflection gave rno more chagrin than the whistle gave me pleasure. This, however, was afterwards of use to me, the impression continuing on my mind ; so that often when I was tempted to buy some unnecessary thing, I said to myself, Don t give too much for the whistle ; and I saved my money. As I grew up, came into the world, and observed the actions of men, I thought I met with many, very many, who gave too much for the whistle. When I saw one too ambitious of court favor, sacrificing his time in attendance on levees, his repose, his liberty, his virtue, and perhaps his friends to attain it, I have said to myself, This man gives too much for his whistle. When I saw another fond of popularity, constantly employ ing himself in political bustles, neglecting his own affairs, and ruining them by that neglect, He pays, indeed, said I, too much for his whistle. . . c If I see one fond of appearance or fine clothes, fine houses, fine furniture, fine equipages, all above his fortune, for which he contracts debts and ends his career in a prison, Alas f say I, he has paid dear, very dear, for his whistle. . . . In short, I conceive that a great part of the miseries of man kind are brought upon them by the false estimates they have made of the value of things and by their giving too much for their whistles. Yet I ought to have charity for these unhappy people, when I consider that with all this wisdom of which I am boasting, there are certain things in the world so tempting, for example, the apples of King John, which happily are not to be bought; for if they were put to sale by auction I might very easily be led to ruin myself in the purchase, and find that I had once more given too much for the whistle. PHILIP FRENEAU. THE INDIAN BURYING-GROUND. IN SPITE of all the learned have said, I still my old opinion keep : 232 Initial Studies in American Letters. The posture that we give the dead Points out the soul s eternal sleep. Not so the ancients of these lands : The Indian, when from life released, Again is seated with his friends, And shares again the joyous feast. His imaged birds and painted bowl And venison, for a journey dressed, Bespeak the nature of the soul, Activity that knows no rest. His bow for action ready bent, And arrows with a head of stone, Can only mean that life is spent, And not the finer essence gone. Thou, stranger, that shalt come this way, No fraud upon the dead commit Observe the swelling turf and say, They do not lie, but here they sit. Here still a lofty rock remains, On which the curious eye may trace (Now wasted half by wearing rains) The fancies of a ruder race. Here still an aged elm aspires, Beneath whose far-projecting shade (And which the shepherd still admires) The children of the forest played. There oft a restless Indian queen (Pale Sheba with her braided hair) And many a barbarous form is seen To chide the man that lingers there. By midnight moons, o er moistening dews, In vestments for the chase arrayed, The hunter still the deer pursues, The hunter and the deer a shade ! And long shall timorous Fancy see The painted chief and pointed spear, And Reason s self shall bow the knee To shadows and delusions here. Daniel Webster. 233 DANIEL WEBSTER. THE UNION. [From the " Reply to Hayne, January 25, 1830.] I PROFESS, sir, in my career hitherto, to have kept steadily in view the prosperity and honor of the whole country, and the preservation of our Federal Union. It is to that Union we owe our safety at home and our consideration and dignity abroad. It is to that Union that we are chiefly indebted for whatever makes us most proud of our country. That Union we reached only by the discipline of our virtues in the severe school of adversity. It had its origin in the necessities of disordered finance, pros trate commerce, and ruined credit. Under its benign influences these great interests immediately awoke as from the dead and sprang forth with newness of life. Every year of its duration has teemed with fresh proofs of its utility and its blessings ; and although our territory has stretched out wider and wider and our population spread farther and farther, they have not out run its protection or its benefits. It has been to us all a copious fountain of national, social, and personal happiness. I have not allowed myself, sir, to look beyond the Union to see what might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly weighed the chances of preserving liberty when the bonds that unite us together shall be broken asunder. I have not accustomed myself to hang over the precipice of disunion to see whether with my short sight I can fathom the depth of the abyss below ; nor could I regard him as a safe counselor in the affairs of this government whose thoughts should be mainly bent on considering not how the Union may be best preserved, but how tolerable might be the condition of the people when it should be broken up and destroyed. While the Union lasts we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects spread out before us, for us and our children. Beyond that I seek not to penetrate the veil. God grant that in my day at least that curtain may not rise ! God grant that on my vision never may be opened what lies beyond ! When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood ! Let their last feeble and lingering glance rather behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original luster, not a stripe erased or polluted, not a single star obscured, bearing for its motto no such miserable interrogatory 234 Initial Studies in American Letters. as " What is all this worth ? " nor those other words of delusion and folly, "Liberty first and Union afterwards" ; but every where, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other senti ment dear to every true American heart Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable ! SOUTH CAROLINA AND MASSACHUSETTS. [From the same.] When I shall be found, sir, in my place here in the Senate, or elsewhere, to sneer at public merit because it happens to spring up beyond the little limits of my own state or neighborhood ; when I refuse, for any such cause, or for any cause, the homage due to American talent, to elevated patriotism, to sincere de votion to liberty and the country ; or, if I see an uncommon en dowment of Heaven, if I see extraordinary capacity and virtue, in any son of the South ; and if, moved by local prejudices or gangrened by state jealousy, I get up here to abate the tithe of a hair from his just character and just fame, may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth ! Sir, let me recur to pleasing recollections ; let me indulge in refreshing remembrances of the past ; let me remind you that, in early times, no states cherished greater harmony, both of principle and feeling, than Massachusetts and South Carolina. Would to God that harmony might again return ! Shoulder to shoulder they went through the Revolution, hand in hand they stood round the administration of Washington, and felt his own great arm lean on them for support. Unkind feeling, if it exist, alienation, and distrust are the growth, unnatural to such soils, of false principles since sown. They are weeds, the seeds of which that same great arm never scattered. Mr. President, I shall enter upon no encomium of Massachu setts ; she needs none. There she is. Behold her and judge for yourselves. There is her history ; the world knows it by heart. The past, at least, is secure. There is Boston and Concord, and Lexington, and Bunker Hill ; and there they will remain for ever. The bones of her sons, falling in the great struggle for in dependence, now lie mingled with the soil of every state from New England to Georgia, and there they will lie forever. And, sir, where American liberty raised its first voice, and where its youth was nurtured and sustained, there it still lives, in the strength of its manhood, and full of its original spirit. If dis cord and disunion shall wound it, if party strife and blind am- Washington Irving. 235 bition shall hawk at and tear it, if folly and madness, if uneasi ness under salutary and necessary restraint shall succeed in separating it from that Union by which alone its existence is made sure, it will stand, in the end, by the side of that cradle in which its infancy was rocked ; it will stretch forth its arm with whatever of vigor it may still retain, over the friends who gather round it ; and it will fall at last, if fall it must, amidst the pro- foundest monuments of its own glory, and on the very spot of its origin. WASHINGTON IRVING. THE STORM SHIP. [From "Bracebridge Hall."] IN THE golden age of the province of the New Netherlands, when under the sway of Wouter Van Twiller, otherwise called the Doubter, the people of the Manhattoes were alarmed one sultry afternoon, just about the time of the summer solstice, by a tremendous storm of thunder and lightning. The ram fell in such torrents as absolutely to spatter up and smoke along the ground. It seemed as if the thunder rattled and rolled over the very roofs of the houses ; the lightning was seen to play about the Church of St. Nicholas, and to strive three times in vain to strike its weather-cock. Garrett Van Home s new chimney was split almost from top to bottom ; and Boffne Mildeberger Avas struck speechless from his bald-faced mare just as he was riding into town. . . . At length the storm abated ; the thunder sank into a growl, and the setting sun, breaking from under the fringed borders of the clouds, made the broad bosom of the bay to gleam like a sea of molten gold. The word was given from the fort that a ship was standing up the bay. . . . She was a stout, round, Dutch-built vessel, with high bow and poop, and bearing Dutch colors. The evening sun gilded her bellying canvas as she came riding over the long waving billows. The sentinel who had given notice of her ap proach declared that he first got sight of her when she was in the center of the bay ; and that she broke suddenly on his sight just as if she had come out of the bosom of the black thunder clouds. . . . The ship was now repeatedly hailed, but made no reply, and, passing by the fort, stood on up the Hudson. A gun was brought to bear on her, and, with some difficulty, loaded and fired by Hans Van Pelt, the garrison not being expert in ar tillery. The shot seemed absolutely to pass through the ship, and to skip along the water on the other side ; but no notice was 236 Initial Studies in American Letters. taken of it ! What was strange, she had all her sails set, and sailed right against wind and tide, which were both down the river. . . . Thus she kept on, away up the river, lessening and lessening in the evening sunshine, until she faded from sight like a little white cloud melting away in the summer sky. . . . Messengers were dispatched to various places on the river, but they returned without any tidings the ship had made no port. Day after day, week after week elapsed, but she never returned down the Hudson. As, however, the council seemed solicitous for intelligence they had it in abundance. The captains of the sloops seldom arrived without bringing some report of having seen the strange ship at different parts of the river sometimes near the Palisades, sometimes off Croton Point, and sometimes in the Highlands. But she never was reported as having been seen above the Highlands. The crews of the sloops,it is true, generally differed among themselves in their accounts of these apparitions ; but that may have arisen from the uncertain situations in which they saw her. Sometimes it was by the flashes of the thunder storm lighting up a pitchy night, and giving glimpses of her careering across Tappan Zee or the wide waste of Haverstraw Bay. At one moment she would appear close upon them, as if likely to run them down, and would throw them into great bustle and alarm ; but the next flash would show her far off, always sailing against the wind. Sometimes, in quiet moon light nights, she would be seen under some high bluff of the Highlands, all in deep shadow, excepting her topsails glittering in the moonbeams ; by the time, however, that the voyagers reached the place no ship was to be seen ; and when they had passed on for some distance and looked back, behold ! there she was again with her topsails in the moonshine ! Her appearance was always just after or just in the midst of unruly weather ; and she was known among the skippers and voyagers of the Hudson by the name of " The Storm Ship." These reports perplexed the governor and his council more than ever ; and it would be useless to repeat the conjectures and opinions uttered on the subject. Some quoted cases in point of ships seen off the coast of New England navigated by witches and goblins. Old Hans Yan Pelt, who had been more than once to the Dutch colony at the Cape of Good Hope, insisted that this must be the Flying Dutchman which had so long haunted Table Bay, but being unable to make port had now sought another harbor. Others suggested that if it really was a supernatural apparition, as there was every natural reason to believe, it might be Hendrik Hudson and his crew of the Half- Moon, who, it was well known, had once run aground in the Washington Irving. 237 upper part of the river in seeking a northwest passage to China. This opinion had very little weight with the governor, but it passed current out of doors ; for indeed it had always been re ported that Hendrik Hudson and his crew haunted the Kaats- kill Mountains ; and it appeared very reasonable to suppose that his ship might infest the river where the enterprise was baffled, or that it might bear the shadowy crew to their periodical revels in the mountain. . . . People who live along the river insist that they sometimes see her in summer moonlight, and that in a deep still midnight they have heard the chant of her crew, as if heaving the lead ; but sights and sounds are so deceptive along the mountainous shores, and about the wide bays and long reaches of this great river, that I confess I have very strong doubts upon the subject. It is certain, nevertheless, that strange things have been seen in these Highlands in storms, which are considered as connected with the old story of the ship. The captains of the river crafD talk of a little bulbous-bottomed Dutch goblin, in trunk hose and sugar-loafed hat, with a speaking-trumpet in his hand, which, they say, keeps about the Dunderberg. They declare that they have heard him, in stormy weather, in the midst of the turmoil, giving orders in Low Dutch for the piping up of a fresh gust of wind or the rattling off of another thunder-clap ; that sometimes he has been seen surrounded by a crew of little imps in broad breeches and short doublets, tumbling head-over- heels in the rack and mist, and playing a thousand gambols in the air, or buzzing like a swarm of flies about Anthony s Nose ; and that, at such times, the hurry-scurry of the storm was al ways greatest. One time a sloop, in passing by the Dunderberg, was overtaken by a thunder-gust that came scouring around the mountain, and seemed to burst just over the vessel. Though tight and well ballasted she labored dreadfully, and the water came over the gunwale. All the crew were amazed when it was discovered that there was a little white sugar-loaf hat on the mast-head, known at once to be the hat of the Herr of the Dun derberg. Nobody, however, dared to climb to the mast-head and get rid of this terrible hat. The sloop continued laboring and rocking, as if she would have rolled her mast overboard, and seemed in continual danger either of upsetting or of run ning on shore. In this way she drove quite through the High lands, until she had passed PollopoPs Island, where, it is said, the jurisdiction of the Dunderberg potentate ceases. No sooner had she passed this bourn than the little hat spun up into the air like a top, whirled up all the clouds into a Vortex, and hurried them back to the summit of the Dunderberg, while the sloop 238 Initial Studies in American Letters. righted herself and sailed on as quietly as if in a mill-pond. Nothing saved her from utter wreck but the fortunate circum stance of having a horse-shoe nailed against the mast a wise precaution against evil spirits, since adopted by all the Dutch captains that navigate this haunted river. JAMES FENIMORE COOPER. THE RENDEZVOUS. [From " The Deerslayer."] IN THE position in which the ark had now got, the castle was concealed from view by the projection of a point, as, indeed, was the northern extremity of the lake itself. A respectable mountain, forest-clad, and rounded like all the rest, limited the view in that direction, stretching immediately across the whole of the fair scene, ~ :f5 with the exception of a deep bay that passed its western end, lengthening the basin for more than a mile. The manner in which the water flowed out of the lake, beneath the leafy arches of the trees that lined the sides of the stream, has already been mentioned, and it has also been said that the rock, which was a favorite place of rendezvous throughout all that re gion, and where Deerslayer now expected to meet his friend, stood near this outlet and no great distance from the shore. It was a large isolated stone that rested on the bottom of the lake, apparently left there when the waters tore away the earth from around it, in forcing for themselves a passage down the river, and which had obtained its shape from the action of the ele ments during the slow progress of centuries. The height of this rock could scarcely equal six feet, and, as has been said, its shape was not unlike that which is usually given to bee-hives or to a hay-cock. The latter, indeed, gives the best idea, not only of its form, but of its dimensions. It stood, and still stands, for we are writing of real scenes, within fifty feet of the bank, and in water that was only two feet in depth, though there were seasons in which its rounded apex, if such a term can properly be used, was covered by the lake. Many of the trees stretched so far forward as almost to blend the rock with the shore, when seen from a little distance ; and one tall pine in particular over hung it in a way to form a noble and appropriate canopy to a seat that had held many a forest chieftain, during the long suc cession of ages in which America and all it contained existed apart in mysterious solitude, a world by itself, equally without * Otsego Lake. James Fenimore Cooper. 239 a familiar history and without an origin that the annals of man can catch. When distant some two or three hundred feet from the shore Deerslayer took in his sail, and he dropped his grapnel as soon as he found the ark had drifted in a line that was directly to windward of the rock. The motion of the scow was then checked, when it was brought head to wind by the action of the breeze. As soon as this was done Deerslayer "paid out line, * and suffered the vessel to " set down " upon the rock as fast as the light air would force it to leeward. Floating entirely on the surface, this was soon effected, and the young man checked the drift when he was told that the stern of the scow was within fifteen or eighteen feet of the desired spot. In executing this maneuver, Deerslayer had proceeded promptly; for while he did not in the least doubt that he was both watched and followed by the foe, he believed he had distracted their movements by the apparent uncertainty of his own, and he knew they could have no means of ascertaining that the rock was his aim, unless, indeed, one of the prisoners had betrayed him a chance so improbable in itself as to give him no concern. Notwithstanding the celerity and decision of his movements, he did not, however, venture so near the shore without taking due precautions to effect a retreat in the event of its becoming necessary. He held the line in his hand, and Judith was stationed at a loop on the side of the cabin next the shore, where she could watch the beach and the rocks and give timely notice of the approach of either friend or foe. Hetty was also placed on watch, but it was to keep the trees overhead in view, lest some enemy might ascend one, and, by completely com manding the interior of the scow, render the defense of the hut or cabin useless. The sun had disappeared from the lake and valley when Deer- slayer checked the ark in the manner mentioned. Still it wanted a few minutes to the true sunset, and he knew Indian punctuality too well to anticipate any unmanly haste in his friend. The great question was, whether, surrounded by ene mies as he was known to be, he had escaped their toils. The occurrences of the last twenty-four hours must be a secret to him, and, like himself, Chingachgook was yet young on a war path. It was true he came prepared to encounter the party that withheld his promised bride, but he had no means of ascertain ing the extent of the danger he ran or the precise positions occu pied by either friends or foes. In a word, the trained sagacity and untiring caution of an Indian were all he had to rely on amid the critical risks he unavoidably ran. 240 Initial Studies in American Letters. "Is the rock empty, Judith?" inquired Deerslayer as soon as he had checked the drift of the ark, deeming it imprudent to venture unnecessarily near. " Is anything to be seen of the Delaware chief?" "Nothing, Deerslayer. Neither rock, shore, tree, nor lake seems to have ever held a human form." "Keep close, Judith keep close, Hetty a rifle has a prying eye, a nimble foot, and a desperate, fatal tongue. Keep close, then, but keep up active looks, and be on the alart. T would grieve me to the heart did any -harm befall either of you." "And you, Deerslayer ! " exclaimed Judith, turning her hand some face from the loop, to bestow a gracious and grateful look on the young man; "do 2/ow keep close and have a proper care that the savages do not catch a glimpse of you ! A bullet might be as fatal to you as to one of us, and the blow that you felt would be felt by all." " No fear of me, Judith no fear of me, my good gal. Do not look this-a-way, although you look so pleasant and comely, but keep your eyes on the rock and the shore and the" Deerslayer was interrupted by a slight exclamation from the girl, who, in obedience to his hurried gestures, as much as in obedience to his words, had immediately bent her looks again in the opposite direction. What is t ? what is t, Judith ? " he hastily demanded. Is anything to be seen ? " " There is a man on the rock ! an Indian warrior in his paint, and armed ! " "Where does he wear his hawk s feather?" eagerly added Deerslayer, relaxing his hold of the line, in readiness to drift nearer to the place of rendezvous. " Is it fast to the warlock, or does he carry it above the left ear ? " " Tis as you say, above the left ear ; he smiles, too, and mut ters the word * Mohican. " " God be praised, tis the Sarpent at last ! " exclaimed the young man, suffering the line to slip through his hands until, hearing a light bound in the other end of the craft, he instantly checked the rope and began to haul it in again under the assurance that his object was effected. At that moment the door of the cabin was opened hastily, and a warrior darting through the little room stood at Deerslayer s side, simply uttering the exclamation " Hugh ! " At the next instant Judith and Hetty shrieked, and the air was filled with the yell of twenty savages, who came leaping through the branches down the bank, some actually falling headlong into the water in their haste. William Cullen Bryant. 241 "Pull, Deerslayer," cried Judith, hastily barring the door, in order to prevent an inroad by the passage through which the Delaware had just entered ; " pull for life and death the lake is full of savages wading after us ! " The young men for Chingachgook immediately came to his friend s assistance needed no second bidding, but they applied themselves to their task in a way that showed how urgent they deemed the occasion. The great difficulty was in suddenly overcoming the vis inertice of so large a mass ; for, once in motion, it was easy to cause the scow to skim the water with all the necessary speed. * Pull, Deerslayer, for heaven s sake ! " cried Judith, again at the loop. " These wretches rush into the water like hounds following their prey ! Ah ! The scow moves ! And now the water deepens to the armpits of the .foremost ; still they rush forward and will seize the ark ! " A slight scream and then a joyous laugh followed from the girl ; the first produced by a desperate effort of their pursuers, and the last by its failure ; the scow, which had now got fairly in motion, gliding ahead into deep water with a velocity that set the designs of their enemies at naught. As the twx> men were prevented by the position of the cabin from seeing what passed astern, they were compelled to inquire of the girls inta the state of the chase. " What now, Judith ? what next ? Do the Mingoes still fol low, or are we quit of em for the present ?" demanded Deer- slayer when he felt the rope yielding, as if the scow was going fast ahead, and heard the scream and the laugh of the girl almost in the same breath. " They have vanished ! one, the last, is just burying himself in the bushes of the bank there ! he has disappeared in the shadows of the trees ! You have got your friend, and we are all safe ! " WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. To A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler s eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly seen against the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. 242 Initial Studies in American Letters. Seek st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-side ? There is a power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast The desert and illimitable air Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o er thy sheltered nest. Thou rt gone, the abyss of heaven i Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson thou hast given, And shall not soon depart : He who, from zone to zone, Guides through the boundless sky thy certain flight, In the long way that I must tread alone, Will lead my steps aright. THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS. THE melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year, Of wailing winds and naked \voods, And meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, The autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, And to the rabbit s tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, And from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow Through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, That lately sprang and stood William Cullen Bryant. 243 In brighter light and softer airs, A beauteous sisterhood ? Alas ! they all are in their graves ; The gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds With the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, But the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth The lovely ones again. The wind-flower and the violet, They perished long ago, And the brier- rose and the orchis died Amid the summer glow ; But on the hill the golden-rod, And the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook In autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, As falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone From upland, glade, and glen. And now when comes the calm, mild day, As still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee From out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, Though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light The waters of the rill ; The south wind searches for the flowers Whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood And by the stream no more. And then I think of one who in Her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up And faded by my side. In the cold, moist earth we laid her, When the forest cast the leaf, And we wept that one so lovely Should have a life so brief; Yet not unmeet it was that one, 244 Initial Studies in American Letters. Like that young friend of ours, So gentle and so beautiful, Should perish with the flowers. THE UNIVERSAL. TOMB. [From " Thanatopsis."] YET not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone nor could st thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world with kings, The powerful of the earth the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulcher. The hills, Rock-ribb d and ancient as the sun ; the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between ; The venerable woods ; rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadows green ; and, poured round all, Old Ocean s gray and melancholy waste Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man ! The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, traverse Barca s desert sands, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings yet, the dead are there J And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep the dead reign there alone ! So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. Ralph Waldo Emerson. 245 RALPH WALDO EMERSON. NATURE S MINISTRY OF BEAUTY. [From " Nature."] To SPEAK truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most per sons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only tb e eye of the man, but shines into the eye and the heart of the child. The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other ; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth be comes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says, He is my creature, and mauger all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me. Not the sun or the summer alone, but every hour and season yields its tribute of delight ; for every hour and change corresponds to and authorizes a different state of the mind, from breathless noon to grimmest midnight. Na ture is a setting that fits equally well a comic or a mourning piece. In good health, the air is a cordial of incredible virtue. Crossing a bare common, in snow puddles, at twilight, under a clouded sky, without having in my thoughts any occurrence of special good fortune, I have enjoyed a perfect exhilaration. I am glad to the brink of fear. In the "woods, too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life is always a child. In the woods is perpetual youth. With in these plantations of God a decorum and sanctity reigns, a per ennial festival is dressed, and the guest sees not how he should tire of them in a thousand years. In the woods we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life no disgrace, no calamity (leaving me my eyes), which nature cannot repair. Standing on the bare ground my head bathed by the blithe air, and uplifted into infinite space all mean ego tism vanishes, I become a transparent eyeball ; I am nothing ; I see all ; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me ; I am part or particle of God. The name of the nearest friend sounds there foreign and accidental ; to be brothers, to be acquaintances master or servant, is then a trifle and a disturb ance. I am the lover of uncontained and immortal beauty. In the wilderness I find something more dear and connate than in streets or villages. In the tranquil landscape, and especially in the distant line of the horizon, man beholds somewhat as beauti ful as his own nature. The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vege- 246 Initial Studies in American Letters. table. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and yet is not un known. . . . I see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel might share. The long slender bars of cloud float like fishes in the sea of crimson light. From the earth, as a shore, I look out into that silent sea. I seem to partake its rapid trans formations : the active enchantment reaches my dust, and I dilate and conspire with the morning wind. How does Nature deify us with a few and cheap elements ! Give me health and a day, and I will make the pomp of emperors ridiculous. The dawn is my Assyria ; the sunset and moonrise my Paphos, and unimaginable realms of faerie ; broad noon shall be my England of the senses and the understanding ; the night shall be my Germany of mystic philosophy and dreams. Not less excellent, except for our less susceptibility in the afternoon, was the charm, last evening, of a January sunset. The western clouds divided and subdivided themselves into pink flakes modulated with tints of unspeakable softness ; and the air had so much life and sweetness that it was a pain to come within doors. What was it that Nature would say ? Was there no meaning in the live repose of the valley behind the mill, and which Homer or Shakespeare could not re-form for me in words ? The leafless trees become spires of flame in the sunset, with the blue east for their background, and the stars of the dead calices of flowers, and every withered stem and stubble rimed with frost, contribute something to the mute music. IDEALISM. [From the same.] To THE senses and the unrenewed understanding belongs a sort of instinctive belief in the absolute existence of nature. In their view man and nature are indissolubly joined. Things are ultimates, and they never look beyond their sphere. The pres ence of Reason mars this faith. . . . Nature is made to conspire with spirit to emancipate us. Certain mechanical changes, a small alteration in our local position, apprise us of a dualism. We are strangely affected by seeing the shore from a moving ship, from a balloon, or through the tints of an unusual sky. The least change in our point of view gives the whole world a pictorial air. A man who seldom rides needs only to get into a coach and traverse his own town, to turn the street into a puppet- Ralph Waldo Emerson. 247 show. The men, the women talking, running, bartering, fighting the earnest mechanic, the lounger, the beggar, the boys, the dogs, are unrealized at once, or at least wholly detached from all relation to the observer, and seen as apparent, not sub stantial, beings. What new thoughts are suggested by seeing a face of country quite familiar, in the rapid movement of the rail way car ! Nay, the most wonted objects (make a very slight change in the point of vision) please us most. In a camera ob- scura the butcher s cart and the figure of one of our own fam ily amuse us. So a portrait of a well-known face gratifies us. Turn the eyes upside down, by looking at the landscape through your legs, and how agreeable is the picture, though you have seen it any time these twenty years ! In these cases, by mechanical means, is suggested the differ ence between the observer and the spectacle, between the man and nature. Hence arises a pleasure mixed with awe ; I may say, a low degree of the sublime is felt from the fact, probably, that man is hereby apprised, that whilst the world is a spectacle, something in himself is stable. THE RHODORA.* IN MAY, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay ; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. Rhodora ! if the sages ask thee why This charm is wasted on the earth and sky, Tell them, dear, that if eyes were made for seeing, Then Beauty is its own excuse for being : Why thou wert there, O rival of the rose, I never thought to ask, I never knew : But, in my simple ignorance, suppose The self-same power that brought me there brought you. HYMN. [Sung at the completion of the Concord Monument, April 19, 1836.] BY THE rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April s breeze unfurled, Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard round the world. *On being asked, "Whence is the flower? 248 Initial Studies in American Letters. The foe long since in silence slept ; Alike the conqueror silent sleeps ; And time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone ; That memory may their deed redeem, When, like our sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid time and nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee. NATHANIEL HAWTHORNE. THE HAUNTED MIND. WHAT a singular moment is the first one, when you have hard ly begun to recollect yourself, after starting from midnight slum ber ! By unclosing your eyes so suddenly you seem to have surprised the personages of your dream in full convocation round your bed and catch one broad glance at them before they can flit into obscurity. Or, to vary the metaphor, you find yourself, for a single instant, wide awake in that realm of illu sions whither sleep has been the passport, and behold its ghost ly inhabitants and wondrous scenery with a perception of their strangeness such as you never attain while the dream is undis turbed. The distant sound of a church clock is borne faintly on the wind. You question with yourself, half seriously, whether it has stolen to your waking ear from some gray tower that stood within the precincts of your dream. While yet in sus pense, another clock flings its heavy clang over the slumbering town with so full and distinct a sound, and such a long murmur in the neighboring air, that you are certain it must proceed from the steeple at the nearest corner. You count the strokes one- two, and there they cease, with a booming sound, like the gathering of a third stroke within the bell. If you could choose an hour of wakefulness out of the whole night it would be this. Since your sober bed-time, at eleven, you have had rest enough to take off the pressure of yesterday s fatigue ; while before you till the sun comes from " far Cathay " to brighten your window there is almost the space of a sum mer night ; one hour to be spent in thought, with the mind s eye half shut, and two in pleasant dreams, and two in that Nathaniel Hawthorne. 249 strangest of enjoyments, the forgetfulness alike of joy and woe. The moment of rising belongs to another period of time, and appears so distant that the plunge out of a warm bed into the frosty air cannot yet be anticipated with dismay. Yesterday has already vanished among the shadows of the past ; to-mor row has not yet emerged from the future. You have found an intermediate space, where the business of life does not intrude, where the passing moment lingers and becomes truly the pres ent ; a spot where Father Time, when he thinks nobody is watching him, sits down by the wayside to take breath. O that he would fall asleep and let mortals live on without grow ing older ! Hitherto you have lain perfectly still, because the slightest motion would dissipate the fragments of your slumber. Now, being irrevocably awake, you peep through the half-drawn win dow-curtain and observe that the glass is ornamented with fanciful devices in frost work, and that each pane presents some thing like a frozen dream. There will be time enough to trace out the analogy while waiting the summons to breakfast. Seen through the clear portion of the glass, where the silvery moun tain peaks of the frost scenery do not ascend, the most conspicu ous object is the steeple, the white spire of which directs you to the wintry luster of the firmament. You may almost dis tinguish the figures on the clock that has just tolled the hour. Such a frosty sky, and the snow-covered roofs, and the long vista of the frozen street, all white, and the distant water hard ened into rock, might make you shiver, even under four blan kets and a woolen comforter. Yet look at that one glorious star ! Its beams are distinguishable from all the rest, and actu ally cast the shadow of the casement on the bed with a radiance of deeper hue than moonlight, though not so accurate an out line. You sink down and muffle your head in the clothes, shiver ing all the while, but less from bodily chill than the bare idea of a polar atmosphere. It is too cold even for the thoughts to venture abroad. You speculate on the luxury of wearing out a whole existence in bed, like an oyster in its shell, content with the sluggish ecstasy of inaction, and drowsily conscious of noth ing but delicious warmth, such as you now feel again. Ah ! that idea has brought a hideous one in its train. You think how the dead are lying in their cold shrouds and narrow coffins through the drear winter of the grave, and cannot persuade your fancy that they neither shrink nor shiver when the snow is drift ing over their little hillocks and the bitter blast howls against the door of the tomb. That gloomy thought will collect a gloomy 250 Initial Studies in American Letters. multitude and throw its complexion over your wakeful hour. In the depths of every heart there is a tomb and a dungeon, though the lights, the music, and revelry above may cause us to forget their existence, and the buried ones or prisoners whom they hide. But sometimes, and oftenest at midnight, these dark receptacles are flung wide open. In an hour like this, when the mind has a passive sensibility, but no active strength ; when the imagination is a mirror, imparting vividness to all ideas with out the power of selecting or controlling them, then pray that your griefs may slumber and the brotherhood of remorse not break their chain. It is too late ! A funeral train comes gliding by your bed, in which Passion and Feeling assume bodily shape and things of the mind become dim specters to the eye. There is your earliest Sorrow, a pale young mourner, wearing a sis ter s likeness to first love, sadly beautiful, with a hallowed sweetness in her melancholy features and grace in the flow of her sable robe. Next appears a shade of ruined loveliness, with dust among her golden hair and her bright garments all faded and defaced, stealing from your glance with drooping head, as fearful of reproach ; she was your fondest Hope, but a delusive one ; so call her Disappointment now. A sterner form succeeds, with a brow of wrinkles, a look and gesture of iron authority ; there is no name for him unless it be Fatality, an emblem of the evil influence that rules your fortunes ; a demon to whom you subjected yourself by some error at the outset of life, and were bound his slave forever, by once obeying him. See! those fiendish lineaments graven on the darkness, the writhed lip of scorn, the mockery of that living eye, the pointed finger, touch ing the sore place in your heart ! Do you remember any act of enormous folly, at which you would blush, even in the remotest cavern of the earth ? Then recognize your Shame. Pass, wretched band ! Well for the wakeful one if, riotously miserable, a fiercer tribe do not surround him, the devils of a guilty heart, that holds its hell within itself. What if Remorse should assume the features of an injured friend? What if the fiend should come in woman s garments, with a pale beauty amid sin and desolation, and lie down by your side? What if he should stand at your bed s foot, in the likeness of a corpse, with a bloody stain upon the shroud ? Sufficient without such guilt is this nightmare of the soul ; this heavy, heavy sinking of the spirits ; this wintry gloom about the heart ; this indistinct horror of the mind, blending itself with the darkness of the chamber. . . . Now comes the peal of the distant clock, with fainter and fainter strokes as you plunge farther into the wilder ness of sleep. It is the knell of the temporary death. Your Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 251 spirit has departed, and strays like a free citizen, among the people of a shadowy world, beholding strange sights, yet with out wonder or dismay. So calm, perhaps, will be the final change ; so undisturbed, as if among familiar things, the en trance of the soul to its eternal home ! HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. THE BELEAGUERED CITY. I HAVE read, in some old marvelous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of specters pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau s rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The army of the dead. White as a sea-fog, landward bound, The spectral camp was seen, And, with a sorrowful deep sound, The river flowed between. No other voice nor sound was there, No drum, nor sentry s pace ; The mist-like banners clasped the air, As clouds with clouds embrace. But when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer, The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarmed air. Down the broad valley fast and far The troubled army fled ; Up rose the glorious morning star, The ghastly host was dead. I have read in the marvelous heart of man, That strange and mystic scroll, That an army of phantoms vast and wan Beleaguer the human soul. Encamped beside Life s rushing stream, In Fancy s misty light, Gigantic shapes and shadows gleam Portentous through the night. 2o2 Initial Studies in American Letters. Upon its midnight battle-ground The spectral camp is seen, And, with a sorrowful deep sound, Flows the River of Life between. No other voice nor sound is there, In the army of the grave ; No other challenge breaks the air, But the rushing of life s wave. And when the solemn and deep church-bell Entreats the soul to pray, The midnight phantoms feel the spell, The shadows sweep away. Down the broad Vale of Tears afar The spectral camp is fled ; Faith shineth as a morning star, Our ghastly fears are dead. THE OCCULTATION OF ORION. I SAW, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O er East and West its beam impended ; And day, with all its hours of light, Was slowly sinking out of sight, While, opposite, the scale of night Silently with the stars ascended. Like the astrologers of eld, In that bright vision I beheld Greater and deeper mysteries. I saw, with its celestial keys, Its chords of air, its frets of fire, The Samian s great ^Eolian lyre, Rising through all its sevenfold bars, From earth unto the fixed stars. And through the dewy atmosphere, Not only could I see, but hear, Its wondrous and harmonious strings, In sweet vibration, sphere by sphere, From Dian s circle, light and near, Onward to vaster and wider rings, Where, chanting through his beard of snows, Majestic, mournful Saturn goes, And down the sunless realms of space Reverberates the thunder of his bass. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 253 Beneath the sky s triumphal arch This music sounded like a march, And with its chorus seemed to be Preluding some great tragedy. Sirius was rising in the east ; And, slow ascending one by one, The kindling constellations shone. Begirt with many a blazing star, Stood the great giant, Algebar, Orion, hunter of the beast ! His sword hung gleaming by his side, And, on his arm, the lion s hide Scattered across the midnight air The golden radiance of its hair. The moon was pallid, but not faint ; And beautiful as some fair saint, Serenely moving on her way In hours of trial and dismay, As if she heard the voice of God, Unharmed with naked feet she trod Upon the hot and burning stars, As on the glowing coals and bars That were to prove her strength, and try Her holiness and her purity. Thus moving on, with silent pace, And triumph in her sweet, pale face, She reached the station of Orion. Aghast he stood in strange alarm ! And suddenly from his outstretched arm Down fell the red skin of the lion Into the river at his feet. His mighty club no longer beat The forehead of the bull ; but he Reeled as of yore beside the sea, When, blinded by CEnopion, He sought the blacksmith at his forge, And, climbing up the mountain gorge, Fixed his blank eyes upon the sun. Then through the silence overhead, An angel with a trumpet said , " Forevermore, forevermore, The reign of violence is o er." And, like an instrument that flings 254 Initial Studies in American Letters. Its music on another s strings, The trumpet of the angel cast Upon the heavenly lyre its blast, And on from sphere to sphere the words Reechoed down the burning chords " Forevermore, forevermore, The reign of violence is o er !" DANTE. TUSCAN, that wanderest through the realms of gloom, With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes, Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise, Like Farinata from his fiery tomb. Thy sacred song is like the trump of doom ; Yet in thy heart what human sympathies ; What soft compassion glows, as in the skies The tender stars their clouded lamps relume ! Methinks I see thee stand, with pallid cheeks, By Fra Hilario in his diocese, As up the convent walls, in golden streaks, The ascending sunbeams mark the day s decrease ; And, as he asks what there the stranger seeks, Thy voice along the cloister whispers, " Peace ! " JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER. RANDOLPH OF ROANOKE. O MOTHER EARTH ! upon thy lap Thy weary ones receiving, And o er them, silent as a dream, Thy grassy mantle weaving, Fold softly in thy long embrace That heart so worn and broken, And cool its pulse of fire beneath Thy shadows old and oaken. Shut out from him the bitter word And serpent hiss of scorning ; Nor let the storms of yesterday Disturb his quiet morning. Breathe over him forgetfulness Of all save deeds of kindness, And, save to smiles of grateful eyes, Press down his lids in blindness. John Oreenleaf Whittier. 255 There, where with living ear and eye, He heard Potomac s flowing, And, through his tall ancestral trees, Saw autumn s sunset glowing, He sleeps still looking to the west, Beneath the dark wood shadow, As if he still would see the sun Sink down on wave and meadow. Bard, Sage, and Tribune ! in himself All moods of mind contrasting The tenderest wail of human woe, The scorn like lightning blasting ; The pathos which from rival eyes Unwilling tears could summon, The stinging taunt, the fiery burst Of hatred scarcely human ! Mirth, sparkling like a diamond shower, From lips of life-long sadness ; Clear picturings of majestic thought Upon a ground of madness ; And over all Romance and Song A classic beauty throwing, And laureled Clio at his side Her storied pages showing. All parties feared him : each in turn Beheld its schemes disjointed, As right or left his fatal glance And spectral finger pointed. Sworn foe of cant, he smote it down With trenchant wit unsparing, And, mocking, rent with ruthless hand The robe Pretense was wearing. Too honest or too proud to feign A love he never cherished, Beyond Virginia s border line His patriotism perished. While others hailed in distant skies Our eagle s dusky pinion, He only saw the mountain bird Stoop o er his Old Dominion. Still through each change of fortune strange, Racked nerve, and brain all burning, 256 Initial Studies in American Letters. His loving faith in mother-land Knew never shade of turning ; By Britain s lakes, by Neva s wave, Whatever sky was o er him, He heard her rivers rushing sound, Her blue peaks rose before him. He held his slaves, yet made withal No false and vain pretenses, Nor paid a lying priest to seek For scriptural defenses. His harshest words of proud rebuke, His bitterest taunt and scorning, Fell fire-like on the northern brow That bent to him in fawning. He held his slaves, yet kept the while His reverence for the Human ; In the dark vassals of his will He saw but man and woman. No hunter of God s outraged poor His Roanoke valley entered ; No trader in the souls of men Across his threshold ventured. And when the old and wearied man Lay down for his last sleeping, And at his side, a slave no more, His brother-man stood weeping, His latest thought, his latest breath, To freedom s duty giving, With failing tongue and trembling hand The dying blest the living. O ! never bore his ancient state A truer son or braver ; None trampling with a calmer scorn On foreign hate or favor. He knew her faults, yet never stooped His proud and manly feeling To poor excuses of the wrong Or meanness of concealing. But none beheld with clearer eye, The plague-spot o er her spreading, None heard more sure the steps of Doom Along her future treading. Oliver Wendell Holmes. 257 For her as for himself he spake, When, his gaunt frame up-bracing, He traced with dying hand " REMORSE I" And perished in the tracing. As from the grave where Henry sleeps, From Vernon s weeping willow, And from the grassy pall which hides The Sage of Monticello, So from the leaf-strewn burial-stone Of Randolph s lowly dwelling, Virginia ! o er thy land of slaves A warning voice is swelling. And hark ! from thy deserted fields Are sadder warnings spoken, From quenched hearths, where thy exiled sons Their household gods have broken. The curse is on thee wolves for men, And briers for corn-sheaves giving ! O ! more than all thy dead renown Were now one hero living. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES. OLD IRONSIDES. AY, TEAR her tattered ensign down ! Long has it waved on high, And many an eye has danced to see That banner in the sky ; Beneath it rung the battle shout, And burst the cannon s roar ; The meteor of the ocean air Shall sweep the clouds no more. Her deck, once red with heroes blood, Where knelt the vanquished foe, When winds were hurrying o er the flood, And waves were white below, No more shall feel the victor s tread, Or know the conquered knee ; The harpies of the shore shall pluck The eagle of the sea. O, better that her shattered hulk Should sink beneath the wave : 258 Initial Studies in American Letters. Her thunders shook the mighty deep, And there should be her grave ; Nail to the mast her holy flag, Set every threadbare sail, And give her to the god of storms, The lightning and the gale ! THE LAST LEAF. I SAW him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And he looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, " They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has pressed In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. My grandmamma has said Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow. But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, Oliver Wendell Holmes. 259 And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here ; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer ! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. MY AUNT. MY AUNT ! my dear, unmarried aunt ! Long years have o er her flown ; Yet still she strains the aching clasp That binds her virgin zone ; I know it hurts her, though she looks As cheerful as she can ; Her waist is ampler than her life, For life is but a span. My aunt ! my poor, deluded aunt ! Her hair is almost gray ; Why will she train that winter curl In such a spring-like way ? How can she lay her glasses down, And say she reads as well, When, through a double convex lens, She just makes out to spell ? Her father grandpapa ! forgive This erring lip its smiles Vowed she should make the finest girl Within a hundred miles ; He sent her to a stylish school ; Twas in her thirteenth June ; And with her, as the rules required, " Two towels and a spoon." 260 Initial Studies in American Letters. They braced my aunt against a board, To make her straight and tall ; They laced her up, they starved her down, To make her light and small ; They pinched her feet, they singed her hair, They screwed it up with pins ; O, never mortal suffered more In penance for her sins. So when my precious aunt was done, My grandsire brought her back (By daylight, lest some rabid youth Might follow on the track) ; "Ah ! " said my grandsire, as he shook Some powder in his pan, " What could this lovely creature do Against a desperate man? " Alas ! nor chariot, nor barouche, Nor bandit cavalcade, Tore from the trembling father s arms His all-accomplished maid. For her how happy had it been ! And heaven had spared to me To see one sad ungathered rose On my ancestral tree. EDGAR ALLAN POE. To HELEN. HELEN, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o er a perfumed sea, The weary, wayworn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo ! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand ! Ah ! Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land ! Edgar Allan Poe. 261 To ONE IN PARADISE. THOU wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine : A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and a shrine All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine. Ah, drearn too bright to last ! Ah, starry hope ! that did st arise But to be overcast ! A voice from out the future cries On ! on ! But o er the past (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies, Mute, motionless, aghast ! For, alas ! alas ! with me The light of life is o er. 44 No more no more no more" (Such language holds the solemn sea To the sands upon the shore) Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, Or the stricken eagle soar ! And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances And where thy footstep gleams, In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams ! FROM "THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER." AT THE termination of this sentence I started, and for a mo ment paused ; for it appeared to me (although I at once concluded that my excited fancy had deceived me) it appeared to me that, from some very remote portion of the mansion there came, in distinctly, to my ears what might have been, in its exact similarity of character, the echo (but a stifled and dull one certainly) of the very cracking and ripping sound which Sir Launcelot had so particularly described. It was, beyond doubt, the coincidence alone which had arrested my attention; for amid the rattling of the sashes of the casements, and the ordi nary commingled noises of the still-increasing storm, the sound, in itself, had nothing, surely, which should have interested or disturbed me. I continued the story. 262 Initial Studies in American Letters. Here again I paused abruptly, and now with a feeling of wild amazement for there could be no doubt whatever that, in thi* instance, I did actually hear (although from what direction it proceeded I found it impossible to say) a low and apparently distant, but harsh, protracted, and most unusual screaming or grating sound, the exact counterpart of what my fancy had al ready conjured up for the dragon s unnatural shriek, as described by the romancer. Oppressed, as I certainly was, upon the oc currence of this second and most extraordinary coincidence, by a thousand conflicting sensations, in which wonder and extreme terror were predominant, I still retained sufficient presence of mind to avoid exciting, by any observation, the sensitive ner vousness of my companion. I was by no means certain that he had noticed the sounds in question ; although, assuredly, a strange alteration had, during the last few minutes, taken place in his demeanor. From a position fronting my own he had gradually brought round his chair so as to sit with his face to the door of the chamber, and thus I could but partially perceive his features, although I saw that his lips trembled as if he were murmuring inaudibly. His head had dropped upon his breast ; yet I knew that he was not asleep, from the wide and rigid open ing of the eye as I caught a glance of it in profile. The motion of his body, too, was at variance with this idea; for he rocked from side to side with a gentle yet constant and uniform sway. Having rapidly taken notice of all this I resumed the narrative of Sir Launcelot. No sooner had these syllables passed my lips than as if a shield of brass had indeed, at the moment, fallen heavily upon a floor of silver I became aware of a distinct, hollow, metallic, and clangorous, yet apparently muffled, reverberation. Com pletely unnerved, I leaped to my feet ; but the measured, rock ing movement of Usher was undisturbed. I rushed to the chair in which he sat. His eyes were bent fixedly before him, and throughout his whole countenance there reigned a stony rigidity. But as I placed my hand upon his shoulder there came a strong shudder over his whole person ; a sickly smile quivered about his lips ; and I saw that he spoke in a low, hurried, and gibber ing manner, as if unconscious of my presence. Bending closely over him, I at length drank in the hideous import of his words. " Not hear it? Yes, I hear it, and have heard it. Long long long many minutes, many hours, many days have I heard it yet I dared not O, pity me, miserable wretch that I am ! I dared not I dared not speak ! We have put her living in the Edgar Allan Poe. 263 tomb ! Said I not that my senses were acute ? I now tell you that I heard her first feeble movements in the hollow coffin,, I heard them many, many days ago yet I dared not I dared not speak! And now to-night Ethelred ha ! ha! the breaking of the hermit s door, and the death-cry of the dragon, and the clangor of the shield ! say, rather, the rending of her coffin, and the grating of the iron hinges of her prison, and her struggles within the coppered .archway of the vault! O, whither shall I fly ? Will she not be here anon ? Is she not hurrying to up braid me for my haste? Have I not heard her footstep on the stair? Do I not distinguish that heavy and horrible beating of her heart? Madman \ "here he sprang furiously to his feet and shrieked out his syllables, as if in the effort he were giving up his soul" Madman ! I tell you that she now stands without the door/" As if in the superhuman energy of his utterance there had been found the potency of a spell, the huge antique panels to which the speaker pointed threw slowly back, upon the instant, their ponderous and ebony jaws. It was the work of the rush ing gust ; but then without those doors there did stand the lofty and enshrouded figure of the Lady Madeline of Usher. There was blood upon her white robes, and the evidence of some bitter struggle upon every portion of her emaciated frame. For a mo ment she remained trembling and reeling to and fro npon the threshold then, with a low, moaning cry, fell heavily inward upon the person of her brother, and, in her violent and now final death-agonies, bore him to the floor a corpse and a victim to the terrors he had anticipated. From that chamber and from that mansion I fled aghast. The storm was still abroad in all its wrath as I found myself crossing the old causeway. Suddenly there shot along the path a wild light, and I turned to see whence a gleam so unusual could have issued, for the vast house and its shadows were alone behind me. The radiance was that of the full, setting, and blood-red moon, which now shone vividly through that once barely dis cernible fissure of which I have before spoken as extending from the roof of the building, in a zigzag direction, to the base. While I gazed this fissure rapidly widened ; there came a fierce breath of the whirlwind the entire orb of the satellite burst at once upon my sight my brain reeled as I saw the mighty walls rushing asunder there was a long, tumultuous, shouting sound like the voice of a thousand waters and the deep and dark tarn at my feet closed sullenly and silently over the fragments of the House of Usher. 264 Initial Studies in American Letters. NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS. UNSEEN SPIRITS. THE shadows lay along Broadway, Twas near the twilight tide And slowly there a lady fair Was walking in her pride. Alone walked she ; but, viewlessly, Walked spirits at her side. Peace charmed the street beneath her feet, And Honor charmed the air ; And all astir looked kind on her, And called her good as fair For all God ever gave to her She kept with chary care. She kept with care her beauties rare From lovers warm and true ; For her heart was cold to all but gold, And the rich came not to woo ; But honored well are charms to sell, If priests the selling do. Now walking there was one more fair A slight girl, lily -pale ; And she had unseen company To make the spirit quail Twixt Want and Scorn she walked forlorn, And nothing could avail. No mercy now can clear her brow For this world s peace to pray ; For, as love s wild prayer dissolved in air, Her woman s heart gave way ! But the sin forgiven by Christ in heaven By man is cursed alway. NAHANT. HEBE we are, then, in the "Swallow s Cave." The floor de scends by a gentle declivity to the sea, and from the long dark cleft stretching outward you look forth upon the Atlantic the shore of Ireland the first terra firma in the path of your eye. Here is a dark pool, left by the retreating tide for a refrigerator ; and with the champagne in the midst we will recline about it like the soft Asiatics of whom we learned pleasure in the East, and drink to the small-featured and purple-lipped " Mignons " Nathaniel Parker Willis. 265 of Syria those fine-limbed and fiery slaves adorable as peris, and by turns languishing and stormy, whom you buy for a pinch of piastres (say 5 5s.) in sunny Damascus. Your drowsy Circassian, faint and dreamy, or your crockery Georgian fit dolls for the sensual Turk is, to him who would buy soul, dear at a penny the hecatomb. We recline, as it were, in an ebon pyramid with a hundred feet of floor and sixty of wall, and the fourth side open to the sky. The light comes in mellow and dim, and the sharp edges of the rocky portal seem let into the pearly heaven. The tide is at half-ebb, and the advancing and retreating waves, which at first just lifted the fringe of crimson dulse at the lip of the cav ern, now dash their spray-pearls on the rock below, the " tenth " surge alone rallying as if in scorn of its retreating fellow, and, like the chieftain of Culloden Moor, rushing back singly to the contest. And now that the waters reach the entrance no more, come forward and look on the sea ! The swell lifts ! Would you not think the bases of the earth rising beneath it ? It falls ! Would you not think the foundation of the deep had given way ? A plain, broad enough for the navies of the world to ride at large, heaves up evenly arid steadily as if it would lie against the sky, rests a moment spell-bound in its place, and falls again as far the respiration of a sleeping child not more regular and full of slumber. It is only on the shore that it chafes. Blessed emblem ! it is at peace with itself! The rocks war with a nature so unlike their own, and the hoarse din of their border onsets resounds through the caverns they have rent open ; but beyond, in the calm bosom of the ocean, what heavenly dignity ! what godlike unconsciousness of alarm! I did not think we should stumble on such a moral in the cave ! By the deeper bass of its hoarse organ the sea is now playing upon its lowest stops, and the tide is down. Hear how it rushes in beneath the rocks, broken and stilled in its tortuous way, till it ends with a washing and dull hiss among the sea- weed, and, like a myriad of small tinkling bells, the dripping from the crags is audible. There is fine music in the sea ! And now the beach is bare. The cave begins to cool and darken, and the first gold tint of sunset is stealing into the sky, and the sea looks of a changing opal, green, purple, and white, as if its floor were paved with pearl, and the changing light struck up through the waters. And there heaves a ship into the horizon like a white- winged bird, lying with dark breast on the waves, abandoned of the sea-breeze within sight of port, and re pelled even by the spicy breath that comes with a welcome off the shore. She comes from " Merry England." She is freighted 266 Initial Studies in American Letters. with more than merchandise. The home-sick exile will gaze on her snowy sail as she sets in with the morning breeze, and bless it, for the wind that first filled it on its way swept through the green valley of his home! What links of human affection brings she over the sea ! How much comes in her that is not in her " bill of lading," yet worth to the heart that is waiting for it a thousand times the purchase of her whole venture ! Mais montons nous ! I hear the small hoofs of Thalaba ; my stanhope waits ; we will leave this half bottle of champagne, that "remainder biscuit," and the echoes of our philosophy to the Naiads who have lent us their drawing-room. Undine, or Egeria ! Lurly, or Arethusa ! whatever thou art called, nymph of this shadowy cave, adieu ! Slowly, Thalaba ! Tread gingerly down this rocky descent ! So ! Here we are on the floor of the vasty deep ! What a glorious race-course ! The polished and printless sand spreads away before you as far as the eye can see, the surf comes in be low breast-high ere it breaks and the white fringe of the sliding wave shoots up the beach, but leaves room for the marching of a Persian phalanx on the sands it has deserted. O, how noise lessly runs the wheel, and how dreamily we glide along, feeling our motion but in the resistance of the wind and in the trout- like pull of the ribands by the excited animal before us. Mark the color of the sand ! White at high-water mark, and thence deepening to a silvery gray as the water has evaporated less, a slab of Egyptian granite in the obelisk of St. Peter s not more polished and unimpressible. Shell or rock, weed or quicksand, there is none ; and, mar or deface its bright surface as you will, it is ever beaten down anew, and washed even of the dust of the foot of man by the returning sea. You may write upon its fine-grained face with a crow-quill you may course over its dazzling expanse with a troop of chariots. Most wondrous and beautiful of all, within twenty yards of the surf, or for an hour after the tide has left the sand, it holds the water without losing its firmness, and is like a gay mirror, bright as the bosom of the sea. (By your leave, Thalaba !) And now lean over the dasher and see those small fetlocks striking up from beneath the flying mane, the thoroughbred action, the small and expressive head, as perfect in the reflection as in the reality ; like Wordsworth s swan, he " Trots double, horse and shadow." You would swear you were skimming the surface of the sea ; and the delusion is more complete as the white foam of the "tenth wave" skims in beneath wheel and hoof, and you urge Henry David Thoreau. 267 on with the treacherous element gliding away visibly beneath you. HENRY DAVID THOREAU. THE WINTER WOODS. [From " Excursions."] THERE is a slumbering subterranean fire in nature which never goes out, and which no cold can chill. It finally melts the great snow, and in January or July is only buried under a thicker or thinner covering. In the coldest day it flows some where, and the snow melts around every tree. This field of winter rye which sprouted late in the fall and now speedily dis solves the snow is where the fire is very thinly covered. We feel warmed by it. In the winter warmth stands for all virtue, and we resort in thought to a trickling rill, with its bare stones shining in the sun, and to warm springs in the woods, with as much eagerness as rabbits and robins. The steam which rises from swamps and pools is as dear and domestic as that of our own kettle. What fire could ever equal the sunshine of a winter s day, when the meadow-mice come out by the wall- sides, and the chickadee lisps in the defiles of the wood? The warmth comes directly from the sun, and is not radiated from the earth as in summer ; and when we feel his beams on our backs as we are treading some snowy dell we are grateful as for a special kindness, and bless the sun which has followed us into that by-place. This subterranean fire has its altar in each man s breast, for in the coldest day, and on the bleakest hill, the traveler cherishes a warmer fire within the folds of his cloak than is kindled on any hearth. A healthy man, indeed, is the complement of the sea sons, and in winter summer is in his heart. There is the South. Thither have all birds and insects migrated, and around the warm springs in his breast are gathered the robin and the lark. At length, having reached the edge of the woods and shut out the gadding town, we enter within their covert as we go under the roof of a cottage, and cross its threshold, all ceiled and banked up with snow. They are glad and warm still, and as genial and cheery in winter as in summer. As we stand in the midst of the pines, in the flickering and checkered light which straggles but little way into their maze, we wonder if the towns have ever heard their simple story. It seems to us that no traveler has ever explored them, and notwithstanding the won- 268 Initial Studies in American Letters. ders which science is elsewhere revealing every day, who would not like to hear their annals? Our humble villages in the plain are their contribution. We borrow from the forest the boards which shelter and the sticks which warm us. How important is their evergreen to the winter, that portion of the summer which does not fade, the permanent year, the unwithered grass. Thus simply and with little expense of altitude is the surface of the earth diversified. What would human life be without forests, those natural cities? From the tops of mountains they appear like smooth-shaven lawns ; yet whither shall we walk but in this taller grass? In this glade covered with bushes of a year s growth see how the silvery dust lies on every seared leaf and twig, deposited in such infinite and luxurious forms as by their very variety atone for the absence of color. Observe the tiny tracks of mice around every stem and the triangular tracks of the rabbit. A pure elastic heaven hangs over all, as if the impurities of the summer sky, refined and shrunk by the chaste winter s cold, had been winnowed by the heavens upon the earth. Nature confounds her summer distinctions at this season. The heavens seem to be nearer the earth. The elements are less reserved and distinct. Water turns to ice ; rain to snow. The day is but a Scandinavian night. The winter is an arctic summer. How much more living is the life that is in nature, the furred life which still survives the stinging nights, and, from amidst fields and woods covered with frost and snow, sees the sun rise! " The foodless wilds Pour forth their brown inhabitants." The gray squirrel and rabbit are brisk and playful in the re mote glens, even on the morning of the cold Friday. Here is our Lapland and Labrador ; and for our Esquimaux and Knis- tenaux, Dog-ribbed Indians, Novazemblaites, and Spitzbergen- ers, are there not the ice-cutter and wood-chopper, the fox, musk-rat, and mink ? Still, in the midst of the arctic day we may trace the summer to its retreats and sympathize with some contemporary life. Stretched over the brooks, in the midst of the frost-bound meadows, we may observe the submarine cottages of the cad- dice-worms, the larvse of the Plicipennes. Their small cylin drical cases built around themselves, composed of flags, sticks, grass, and withered leaves, shells and pebbles, in form and color like the wrecks which strew the bottom, now drifting along Henry David Thoreau. 269 over the pebbly bottom, now whirling in tiny eddies and dash ing down steep falls, or sweeping rapidly along with the cur rent, or else swaying to and fro at the end of some grass-blade or root. Anon they will leave their sunken habitations, and, crawling up the stems of plants or to the surface like gnats, as perfect insects henceforth, flutter over the surface of the water or sacrifice their short lives in the flame of our candle at evening. Down yonder little glen the shrubs are drooping under their burden, and the red alder-berries contrast with the white ground. Here are the marks of a myriad feet which have already been abroad. The sun rises as proudly over such a glen as over the valley of the Seine or Tiber, and it seems the residence of a pure and self-subsistent valor such as they never witnessed, which never knew defeat or fear. Here reign the simplicity and purity of a primitive age and a health and hope far remote from towns and cities. Standing quite alone, far in the forest, while the wind is shaking down snow from the trees, and leaving the only human tracks behind us, we find our re flections of a richer variety than the life of cities. The chicka dee and nut-hatch are more inspiring society than statesmen and philosophers, and we shall return to these last as to more vulgar companions. In this lonely glen, with the brook drain ing the slopes, its creased ice and crystals of all hues, where the spruces and hemlocks stand up on either side, and the rush and sere wild oats in the rivulet itself, our lives are more serene and worthy to contemplate. As the day advances, the heat of the sun is reflected by the hillsides, and we hear a faint but sweet music where flows the rill released from its fetters, and the icicles are melting on the trees, and the nut-hatch and partridge are heard and seen. The south wind melts the snow at noon, and the bare ground appears with its withered grass and leaves, and we are invigorated by the perfume which exhales from it as by the scent of strong meats. Let us go into this deserted woodman s hut and see how he has passed the long winter nights and the short and stormy days. For here man has lived under this south hillside, and it seems a civilized and public spot. We have such associations as when the traveler stands by the ruins of Palmyra or Hecatompolis. Singing birds and flowers perchance have begun to appear here, for flowers as well as weeds follow in the footsteps of man. These hemlocks whispered over his head, these hickory logs were his fuel, and these pitch-pine roots kindled his fire ; yon der fuming rill in the hollow, whose thin and airy vapor still ascends as busily as ever, though he is far off now, was his well. 270 Initial Studies in American Letters. These hemlock boughs, and the straw upon this raised plat form, were his bed, and this broken dish held his drink. But he has not been here this season, for the phoebes built their nest upon this shelf last summer. I find some embers left, as if he had but just gone out, where he baked his pot of beans ; and while at evening he smoked his pipe, whose stemless bowl lies in the ashes, chatted with his only companion, if perchance he had any, about the depth of the snow on the morrow, already falling fast and thick without, or disputed whether the last sound was the screech of an owl or the creak of a bough, or im agination only ; and through this broad chimney- throat, in the late winter evening, ere he stretched himself upon the straw, he looked up to learn the progress of the storm, and, seeing the bright stars of Cassiopeia s chair shining brightly down upon him, fell contentedly asleep. See how many traces from which we may learn the chopper s history. From this stump we may guess the sharpness of his ax, and from the slope of the stroke, on which side he stood, and whether he cut down the tree without going around it ex changing hands ; and from the flexure of the splinters, we may know which way it fell. This one chip contains inscribed on it the whole history of the wood-chopper and of the world. On this scrap of paper, which held his sugar or salt, perchance, or was the wadding of his gun, sitting on a log in the forest, with what interest we read the tattle of cities, of those larger huts, empty and to let, like this, in High Streets and Broadways. WALT WHITMAN. THE MIRACLES or NATURE. [From "Leaves of Grass."] To ME every hour of the light and dark is a miracle, Every inch of space is a miracle, Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same. Every cubic foot of the interior swarms with the same. To me the sea is a continual miracle, The fishes that swim the rocks the motion of the waves the ships with men in them, What stranger miracles are there ? Walt Whitman. 271 I was thinking the day most splendid, till I saw what the not- day exhibited ; I was thinking this globe enough, till there tumbled upon me myriads of other globes : O, how plainly I see now that this life cannot exhibit all to me as the day cannot ; O, I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death. O Death ! O, the beautiful touch of Death, soothing and benumbing a few moments, for reasons. The earth never tires, The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first- Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first ; Be not discouraged keep on there are divine things, well en veloped ; I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can telL O CAPTAIN ! MY CAPTAIN ! O CAPTAIN ! my captain ! our fearful trip is done ; The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won ; The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring : But O heart ! heart ! heart ! Leave you not the little spot Where on the deck my captain lies, Fallen, cold and dead. O captain ! my captain ! rise up and hear the bells ; Rise up for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills ; For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a- crowding ; For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning ; O captain ! dear father ! This arm I push beneath you ; It is some dream that on the deck You ve fallen, cold and dead. My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still ; My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will ; But the ship, the ship is anchored safe, its voyage closed and done ; 272 Initial Studies in American Letters. From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won Exult, O snores, and ring, O bells ! But I, with silent tread, Walk the spot my captain lies, Fallen, cold and dead. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. THE COURTIN . ZEKLE crep up, quite unbeknown, An peeked in thru the winder, An there sot Huldy all alone, Ith no one nigh to hender. Agin the chimbly crooknecks hung, An in amongst em rusted The ole queen s arm thet Gran ther Young Fetched back from Concord busted. The wa nut logs shot sparkles out Toward the pootiest, bless her ! An leetle fires danced all about The chiny on the dresser. The very room, coz she wuz in, Looked warm from floor to ceilin , An she looked full ez rosy agin Ez th apples she wuz peelin . She heerd a foot an knowed it, tu, A-raspin on the scraper ; All ways to once her feelin s flew Like sparks in burnt-up paper. He kin o 1 itered on the mat, Some doubtfle o the seekle ; His heart kep goin pittypat, But hern went pity Zekle. THE Pious EDITOR S CREED. [From "Biglow Papers."] I DU believe in Freedom s cause, Ez fur away as Paris is ; I love to see her stick her claws In them infarnal Pharisees ; James Russell Lowell. 273 It s wal enough agin a king To dror resolves an triggers Butlibbaty s a kind o thing Thet don t agree with niggers. I du believe the people want A tax on teas an coffees, Thet nothin ain t extravygunt, Pervidin I m in office ; Fer I hev loved my country sence My eye-teeth filled their sockets, An Uncle Sam I reverence Partic larly his pockets. I du believe in any plan O levyin the taxes, Ez long ez, like a lumberman, I git jest wut I axes : I go free-trade thru thick an thin, Because it kind o rouses The folks to vote an keeps us in Our quiet custom-houses. I du believe with all my soul In the gret press s freedom, To pint the people to the goal An in the traces lead em ; Palsied the arm thet forges jokes At my fat contracts squintin , An withered be the nose that pokes Inter the gov ment printin ! I du believe thet I should give Wut s his n unto Csesar, Fer it s by him I move an live, Frum him my bread and cheese air ; I du believe thet all o me Doth bear his souperscription, Will, conscience, honor, honesty, An things o thet description. I du believe in prayer an praise To him thet hez the grantin O jobs, in everythin that pays, But most of all in CANTIN ; This doth my cup with marcies fill, This lays all thought o sin to rest, 274 Initial Studies in American Letters. I don t believe in princerple, But, O, I du in interest. I du believe in bein this Or thet, ez it may happen One way or t other hendiest is To ketch the people nappin ; It ain t by princerples nor men My preudent course is steadied, I scent wich pays the best, an then Go into it baldheaded. I du believe that holdin slaves Comes nat ral tu a presidunt, Let lone the rowdedow it saves To hev a wal-broke precedunt ; Fer any office, small or gret, I couldn t ax with no face, Without I d ben, thru dry an wet, Th unrizzest kind o doughface. I du believe wutever trash 11 keep the people in blindness, Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash Bight inter brotherly kindness ; Thet bombshells, grape, an powder n ball Air good- will s strongest magnets ; Thet peace, to make it stick at all, Must be druv in with bagnets. In short, I firmly du believe In humbug generally, Fer it s a thing that I perceive To hev a solid vally ; This heth my faithful shepherd ben, In pasturs sweet heth led me, An this 11 keep the people green To feed ez they hev fed me. EDWARD EVERETT HALE. [From " The Man Without a Country."*] THE rule adopted on board the ships on which I have met "the man without a country" was, I think, transmitted from the beginning. No mess liked to have him permanently, be- * See page 202. Edward Everett Hale. cause his presence cut off all talk of home or of the prospect of return, of politics or letters, of peace or of war cut off more than half the talk men liked to have at sea. But it was always thought too hard that he should never meet the rest of us except to touch hats, and we finally sank into one system. He was not permitted to talk with the men unless an officer was by. With officers he had unrestrained intercourse, as far as he and they chose. But he grew shy, though he had favorites ; I was one. Then the captain always asked him to dinner on Monday. .Every mess in succession took up the invitation in its turn. According to the size of the ship, you had him at your mess more or less often at dinner. His breakfast he ate in his own .state-room he always had a state-room which was where a sentinel or somebody on the watch could see the door. And whatever else he ate or drank, he ate or drank alone. Some times, when the marines or sailors had any special jollification, they were permitted to invite "Plain-Buttons," as they called him. Then Nolan was sent with some officer, and the men were forbidden to speak of home while he was there. I believe the theory was that the sight of his punishment did them good. They called him "Plain-Buttons" because, while he always chose to wear a regulation army uniform, he was not permitted to wear the army button, for the reason that it bore either the initials or the insignia of the country he had disowned. I remember soon after I joined the navy I was on shore with some of the older officers from our ship and from the Brandy- wine, which we had met at Alexandria. We had leave to make a party and go up to Cairo and the Pyramids. As we jogged along (you went on donkeys then), some of the gentlemen (we boys called them "Dons," but the phrase was long since changed) fell to talking about Nolan, and some one told the sys tem which was adopted from the first about his books and other reading. As he was almost never permitted to go on shore, even though the vessel lay in port for months, his time at the best hung heavy ; and everybody was permitted to lend him books, if they were not published in America, and made no allusion to it. These were common enough in the old days, when people in the other hemisphere talked of the United States as little as we do of Paraguay. He had almost all the foreign papers that came into the ship, sooner or later ; only somebody must go over them first, and cut out any advertisement or stray paragraph that alluded to America. This was a little cruel sometimes, when the back of what was cut might be as innocent as Hesiod. Right in the midst of one of Napoleon s battles, or one of Can ning s speeches, poor Nolan would find a great hole, because on 276 Initial Studies in American Letters. the back of the page of that paper there had been an advertise ment of a packet for New York, or a scrap from the president s message. I say this was the first time I ever heard of this plan, which afterward I had enough and more than enough to do with. I remember it, because poor Phillips, who was of the party, as soon as the allusion to reading was made, told a story of something which happened at the Cape of Good Hope on Nolan s first voyage ; and it is the only thing I ever knew of that voyage. They had touched at the Cape, and had done the civil thing with the English admiral and the fleet, and then, leaving for a long cruise up the Indian Ocean, Phillips had bor rowed a lot of English books from an officer, which, in those days, as indeed in these, was quite a windfall. Among them, as the devil would order, was " The Lay of the Last Minstrel," which they had all of them heard of, but which most of them had never seen. I think it could not have been published long. Well, nobody thought there could be any risk of anything- national in that, though Phillips swore old Shaw had cut out " The Tempest" from Shakespeare before he let Nolan have it, because he said " the Bermudas ought to be ours, and, by Jove, should be one da: ." So Nolan was permitted to join the circle one afternoon when a lot of them sat 011 deck smoking and read ing aloud. People do not do such things so often now j but when I was young we got rid of a great deal of time so. Well, so it happened that in his turn Nolan took the book and read to- the others ; and he read very well, as I know. Nobody in the circle knew a line of the poem, only it was all magic and border chivalry, and was ten thousand years ago. Poor Nolan read steadily through the fifth canto, stopped a minute and drank something, and then began without a thought of what was coming : " Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said" It seemed impossible to us that anybody ever heard this for the first time ; but all these fellows did then, and poor Nolan him self went on, still unconsciously or mechanically : " This is my own, my native land ! " Then they all saw something was to pay ; but he expected to get through, I suppose, turned a little pale, but plunged on : " Whose heart hath ne er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go, mark him well." Fitz-Greene Halleck. 277 By this time the men were all beside themselves, wishing there was any way to make him turn over two pages ; but he had not quite presence of mind for that ; he gagged a little, colored crim son, and staggered on : " For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite these titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentered all in self," and here the poor fellow choked, could not go on, but started up, swung the book into the sea, vanished into his state-room. "And by Jove," said Phillips, "we did not see him for two months again. And I had to make up some beggarly story to that Eng lish surgeon why I did not return his Walter Scott to him." FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. [From " Marco Bozzaris."] COME to the bridal-chamber, Death ! Come to the mother s when she feels For the first time her first-born s breath ; Come .when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke ; Come in consumption s ghastly form, The earthquake shock, the ocean storm ; Come when the heart beats high and warm, With banquet song, and dance, and wine And thou art terrible the tear, The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier, And all we know, or dream, or fear Of agony, are thine. But to the hero, when his sword Has won the battle for the free, Thy voice sounds like a prophet s word ; And in its hollow tones are heard The thanks of millions yet to be. Come, when his task of fame is wrought Come, with her laurel-leaf, blood-bought Come in her crowning hour and then Thy sunken eye s unearthly light To him is welcome as the sight Of sky and stars to prisoned men ; 278 Initial Studies in American Letters. Tby grasp is welcome as the hand Of brother in a foreign land ; Thy summons welcome as the cry That told the Indian isles were nigh To the world-seeking Genoese, When the land-wind from woods of palm, And orange-groves, and fields of balm, Blew o er the Haytian seas. Bozzaris ! with the storied brave Greece nurtured in her glory s time, Rest thee ; there is no prouder grave, Even in her own proud clime. She wore no funeral weeds for thee, Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume, Like torn branch from death s leafless tree In sorrow s pomp and pageantry, The heartless luxury of the tomb. But she remembers thee as one Long loved, and for a season gone ; For thee her poet s lyre is wreathed, Her marble wrought, her music breathed ; For thee she rings the birthday bells ; Of thee her babes first lisping tells ; * For thine her evening prayer is said, At palace couch and cottage bed ; Her soldier, closing with the foe, Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow ; His plighted maiden, when she fears For him, the joy of her young years, Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears. And she, the mother of thy boys, Though in her eye and faded cheek Is read the grief she will not speak, The memory of her buried joys, And even she who gave thee birth, Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth Talk of thy doom without a sigh : For thou art freedom s now and fame s, One of the few, the immortal names, That were not born to die. ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. GREEN be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! Charles Farrar Browne. 279 None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven Like thine $ are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth ; And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and woe were thine It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow ; But I ve in vain essayed it, And feel I cannot now. While memory bids me weep thee, Nor thoughts nor words are free, The grief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee. CHARLES FARRAR BROWNE. [From " Lecture on the Mormons."] BROTHER KIMBALL is a gay and festive cuss, of some seventy summers, or some er s there about. He has one thousand head of cattle and a hundred head of wives. He says they are awful eaters. Mr. Kimball had a son, a lovely young man, who was married to ten interesting wives. But one day while he was absent from home these ten wives went out walking with a handsome young man, which so enraged Mr. Kimball s son which made Mr. Kimball s son so jealous that he shot himself with a horse- pistol. The doctor who attended him a very scientific man in formed me that the bullet entered the parallelogram of his dia phragmatic thorax, superinducing hemorrhage in the outer cuticle of his basilicon thaumaturgist. It killed him. I should have thought it would. (Soft Music.) 280 Initial Studies in American Letters. I hope this sad end will be a warning to all young wives who go out walking with handsome young men. Mr. Kimball s son is now no more. He sleeps beneath the cypress, the myrtle, and the willow. The music is a dirge by the eminent pianist for Mr. Kimball s son. He died by request. I regret to say that efforts were made to make a Mormon of me while I was in Utah. It was leap-year when I was there, and seventeen young wid ows, the wives of a deceased Mormon, offered me their hearts and hands. I called on them one day, and, taking their soft white hands in mine, which made eighteen hands altogether, I found them in tears, and I said, "Why is this thus? What is the reason of this thusness? " They hove a sigh seventeen sighs of different size. They said: " O, soon thou wilt be gonested away ! " I told them that when I got ready to leave a place I wentested. They said, " Doth not like us? " I said, " I doth I doth." I also said, " I hope your intentions are honorable, as I am a lone child, my parents being far far away." Then they said, " Wilt not marry us? " I said, " O, no, it cannot was ! " Again they asked me to marry them, and again I declined, when they cried, " O, cruel man ! this is too much ! O, too much ! " I told them that it was on account of the muchness that I de clined. . . . (Pointing to Panorama.) A more cheerful view of the desert. The wild snow-storms have left us and we have thrown our wolf-skin overcoats aside. Certain tribes of far-western Indians bury their distinguished dead by placing them high in air and covering them with valuable furs. That is a very fair repre sentation of those mid-air tombs. Those animals are horses. I know they are, because my artist says so. I had the picture two years before I discovered the fact. The artist came to me about six months ago and said, " It is useless to disguise it from you any longer, they are horses." It was while crossing this desert that I was surrounded by a band of Ute Indians. They were splendidly mounted. They were dressed in beaver-skins, and they were armed with rifles, knives, and pistols. What could I do? What could a poor old orphan do ? I m a brave man. The day before the battle of Bull s Bun I stood in Samuel Langhorne Clemens. 281 the highway while the bullets those dreadful messengers of death were passing all around me thickly in wagons on their way to the battle-field. But there were too many of these In juns. There were forty of them, and only one of me, and so I said : "Great chief, I surrender." His name was Wocky-bocky. He dismounted and approached me. I saw his tomahawk glisten in the morning sunlight. Fire was in his eye. Wocky-bocky came very close (Pointing to Panorama.) to me and seized me by the hair of my head. He mingled his swarthy fingers with my golden tresses, and he rubbed his dreadful tomahawk across my lily-white face. He said : " Torsha arrah darrah mishky bookshean ! " I told him he was right. Wocky-bocky again rubbed his tomahawk across my face, and said: "Wink-ho-loo-boo ! " Says I, " Mr. Wocky-bocky," says I, " Wocky, I have thought so for years, and so s all our family." He told me I must go to the tent of the Strong Heart and eat raw dog. It don t agree with me. I prefer simple food. I pre fer pork-pie, because then I know what I m eating. But as raw dog was all they proposed to give to me I had to eat it or starve. So at the expiration of two days I seized a tin plate and went to the chief s daughter, and I said to her in a silvery voice in a kind of German-silvery voice I said : " Sweet child of the forest, the pale-face wants his dog." There was nothing but his paws. I had paused too long which reminds me that time passes a way which time has. I was told in my youth to seize opportunity. I once tried to seize one. He was rich ; he had diamonds on. As I seized him he knocked me down. Since then I have learned that he who seizes opportunity sees the penitentiary. SAMUEL LANGHORNE CLEMENS. THE JUMPING FROG OF CALAVERAS COUNTY. " WELL, there was a feller here once by the name of Jim Smiley in the winter of 49, or may be it was the spring of 50 I don t recollect exactly, somehow, though what makes me think it was one or the other is because I remember the big flume warn t finished when he first come to the camp. But any way, he was the curiousest man about, always betting on any- 282 Initial Studies in American Letters. thing that turned up you ever see, if he could get anybody to bet on the other side ; and if he couldn t he d change sides. Any way that suited the other side would suit him any way just so s he got a bet he was satisfied. But still he was lucky, uncom mon lucky ; he most always came out winner. He was always ready and laying for a chance. There couldn t be no solit ry thing mentioned but that feller d offer to bet on it and take any side you please, as I was just telling you. If there was a horse race you d find him flush or you d find him busted at the end of it. If there was a dog-fight, he d bet on it ; if there was a cat- fight, he d bet on it ; if there was a chicken-fight, he d bet on it. Why, if there was two birds setting on a fence, he would bet you which one would fly first. Or if there was a camp-meeting, he would be there reg lar to bet on Parson Walker, which he judged to be the best exhorter about here, and so he was, too, and a good man. If he even see a straddle-bug start to go any wheres he would bet you how long it would take him to get to to wherever he was going to ; and if you took him up he would follow that straddle-bug to Mexico but what he would find out where he was bound for and how long he was on the road. Lots of the boys here has seen that Smiley, and can tell you about him. Why, it never made no difference to him, he d bet any thing the dangdest feller. Parson Walker s wife laid very sick once for a good while, and it seemed as if they warn t going to save her ; but one morning he come in and Smiley up and asked him how she was, and he said she was consid able betterthank the Lord for his inf nit mercy! and coming on so smart that, with the blessing of Providence, she d get well yet ; and Smiley, before he thought, says, Well, I ll resk two -and-a- half she don t, anyway. "Well, this yer Smiley had rat-terriers, and chicken-cocks, and tom-cats, and all them kind of things till you couldn t rest, and you couldn t fetch nothing for him to bet on but he d match you. He ketched a frog one day and took him home, and said he cal lated to educate him ; and so he never done nothing for three months but set in his backyard and learn that frog to jump. And you bet you he did learn him, too. He d give him a little punch behind, and the next minute you d see that frog whirling in the air like a doughnut see him turn one summer set, or may be a couple, if he got a good start, and come down flat-footed and all right, like a cat. He got him up so in the matter of ketching flies, and kep him in practice so constant, that he d nail a fly every time as fur as he could see him. Samuel Langhorne Clemens. 283 Smiley said all a frog wanted was education and he could do most anything, and I believe him. Why, I ve seen him set Dan l Webster down here on this floor Dan l Webster was the name of the frog and sing out, Flies, Dan l, flies ! and quicker n you could wink he d spring straight up and snake a fly off n the counter there and flop down on the floor agin as solid as a gob of mud, and fall to scratching the side of his head with his hind foot as indifferent as if he hadn t no idea he d been doin any more n any frog might do. You never see a frog so modest and straightfor ard as he was, for all he was so gifted. And when it come to fair and square jumping on a dead level, he could get over more ground at one straddle than any animal of his breed you ever see. Jumping on a dead level was his strong suit, you understand ; and when it come to that, Smiley would ante up money on him as long as he had a red. Smiley was monstrous proud of his frog, and well he might be, for fellers that had traveled and been everywheres all said he laid over any frog that ever they see. " Well, Smiley kep the beast in a little lattice-box, and he used to fetch him down town sometimes and lay for a bet. One day a feller a stranger in the camp he was come acrost him with his box and says : " 4 What might it be that you ve got in the box ? "And Smiley says, sorter indifferent like, It might be a parrot, or it might be a canary, may be, but it ain t it s only just a frog. "And the feller took it, and looked at it careful, arid turned it round this way and that, and says, H m so tis. Well, what s Aegood for? " Well, Smiley says, easy and careless, he s good enough for one thing, I should judge he can outjump any frog in Calaveras County.* " The feller took the box again and took another long, partic ular look and give it back to Smiley, and says, very deliberate : Well, he says, * I don t see no pints about that frog that s any better n any other frog. " May be you don t, Smiley says. May be you understand frogs, and may be you don t understand em; may be you ve had experience, and may be you ain t only a amature, as it were. Anyways, I ve got my opinion, and I ll resk forty dol lars that he can outjump any frog in Calaveras County. "And the feller studied a minute, and then says, kinder sad like, " Well, I m only a stranger here, and I ain t got no frog ; but if I had a frog I d bet you ! 284 Initial Studies in American Letters. "And then Smiley says, That s all right that s all right ; if you ll hold my box a minute I ll go and get you a frog. And so the feller took the box, and put up his forty dollars along with Smiley s, and set down to wait. " So he set there a good while, thinking and thinking to his- self, and then he got the frog out and pried his mouth open, and took a teaspoon and filled him full of quail-shotfilled him pretty near up to his chin and set him on the floor. Smiley, he went to the swamp and slopped around in the mud for a long time, and finally he ketched a frog, and fetched him in, and give him to this feller, and says, Now, if you re ready, set him alongside of Dan l, with his forepaws just even with Dan l, and I ll give the word. Then he says, * One two three git ! and him and the feller touched up the frogs from behind, and the new frog hopped off lively, but Dan l give a heave, and hysted up his shoulders so like a Frenchman, but it warn t no use- he couldn t budge; he was planted as solid as a church, and wouldn t no more stir than if he was anchored out. Smiley was a good deal surprised, and he was disgusted, too, but he didn t have no idea what the matter was, of course. "The feller took the money and started away; but when he was going out at the door he sorter jerked his thumb over his shoulder so at Dan l, and says again, very deliberate, Well, he says, I don t see no pints about that frog that s any better n any other frog. " Smiley, he stood scratching his head and looking down at Dan l a longtime, and at last he says, I do wonder what in the nation that frog throwed off for. I wonder if there ain t some thing the matter with him he pears to look mighty baggy, somehow. And he ketched Dan l by the nap of the neck, and hefted him, and says, * Why, blame my cats if he don t weigh five pound ! and turned him upside down, and he belched out a double handful of shot. And then he see how it was, and he was the maddest man. He set the frog down and took out after the feller, but he never ketched him." INDEX. Abraham Lincoln, 148. Adams and Liberty, 61. Adams, John, 49. Adams, J. Q,., 73, 87. Adams, Samuel, 43, 44. After-Dinner Poem, 140. After the Funeral, 147. Afterwhiles, 212. Age of Reason, The, 52, 53, 61. Ages, The, 159. Airly Days, The, 211. Alcott, A. B., 95, 107. Aldrich, T. B., 177, 205. Algerine Captive, 64. Algic Researches, 135. Alhambra, The, 75. All Quiet Along the Potomac, 191. Alnwick Castle, 83. Alsop. Richard, 55, 56. American, The. 216. American Civil War, The* 189. American Conflict, The, 189. American Flag, The, 81. American Note Books, 98, 118, 120, 123, 133. American Scholar, The, 95, 106, 127. Ames, Fisher, 50, 51. Among My Books, 148. Annabel Lee, 172. Anarchiad, The, 56. Army Life in a Black Regiment, Army of the Potomac, The, 190. Art of Book-Making, The, 79. " Artemus Ward," 197-200, 201, 211. Arthur Mervyn, 64, 66. At Teague Poteet s, 212. Atlantic Monthly, The, 141, 148, 156, 157,192,193,202,205,218. Atlantis, 175. Auf Wiedersehen^ 147. Autobiography, Franklin s, 27, 37, 39, 40, 74. Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, The, 137, 141, 142. Autumn, 129. Backwoodsman, The, 73. Ballad of the Oysterman, 137. Ballads and Other Poems, 131. Bancroft, George, 127, 143, 150, 151. Barbara Frietchle, 164. Barlow, Joel, 52, 55-58. Battle Hymn of the Republic, 190. Battle of the Kegs, 60. Ba.ttle-Field, The, 160. Battles and Leaders of the Civil War. 190. Bay Fight, The, 192. Bay Psalm Book, The, 20. Bedouin Song. 178. Beecher, H. W., 182, 183. Beecher, Lyman, 101, 182. Beers, Mrs. E. L., 191. Beleaguered City, The, 130, 133. Belfry of Bruges, The, 131, 132. Beverly .Robert, 15. Biglow Papers, The, 144-147, 166, 195. " Bill Nye," 201, 209. Black Cat, The, 172. Black Fox of Salmon River, The, 163. Blair, James, 12. Blithedale Romance, The, 97, 121, 179, 219. Bloody Tenent of Persecution, The, Blue and the Gray, The, 191. Boker, G. H., 205. Bostonians, The, 220. Boys, The, 139. Bracebridge Hall, 77, 79, 194. Bradford s Journal, 20, 23, 24, 30, 32. Brahma, 107, 112. Brainard, J. G. C., 162, 163, 182. Brick Moon, The, 204. Bridal of Pennacook, The, 163, 165. Bridge, The, 132. Broken Heart, The, 79. Brown, C. B., 64-66. Browne, C. F. (See "Artemus Ward.") Brownell, H. H., 191, 192. Bryant, W. C., 69, 81, 128, 129, 138, 157-161,169,176. Buccaneer, The, 92. Building of the Ship, The, 132. Bundle of Letters, A, 216. Burnett. Mrs. F. H., 215. Bushnell, Horace, 101. Busybody, The, 37, 54, 76. Butler. W. A., 177. Byrd, Wm., 14, 15. Cable, G. W., 212. 213. Calhoun, J. C., 46,.88. Cambridge Thirty Years Ago, 127. Cape Cod, 114. Capture of Fugitive Slaves, 145. Cary, Alice, 180. 285 286 Index. Gary, Phoebe, 180. Cask of Amontillado, The, 172. Cassandra Southwick, 165. Cathedral, The, 149. Cecil Dreeme, 192. Century Magazine, The, 156, 190, 205. Chambered Nautilus, The, 139. Chance Acquaintance, A, 218. Channing, W. E., 75, 92-94, 100-103, 109. Channing, W. E., Jr., 109, 113, 123. Channing, W. H., 109. Chapel of the Hermits, The, 164. Character of Milton, The, 93. Charleston, 191. Children of Adam, 184. Choate, Rufus, 91, 92. Christian Examiner, The, 93. Circular Letters, by Otis and Quincy, 45. City in the Sea, The, 169. Clara Howard, 64. Clari, 86. Clarke, J. F., 108, 109. Clay, Henry, 88. Clemens, S. L. (See "Mark Twain.") Columbiad, The, 57, 58. Common Sense, 51. Companions of Columbus, 75. Condensed Novels, 208. Conduct of Life, The, 109. Confederate States of America, The, 189. Conquest of Canaan, 58. Conquest of Granada, 74, 75, 80. Conquest of Mexico, 150. Conquest of Peru, 151. Conspiracy of Pontiac, The, 152. Constitution and the Union, The, 89. Constitution of the United States, The, 45, 48, 87. Contentment, 87. Contrast, The, 64. Conversations on the Gospels, 107. Conversations on Some of the Old Poets, 148. Cooke, J. E., 175. Cooper, J. F., 62, 73, 75, 83-86, 91, 110, 135, 152, 175, 213. Coral Grove, The, 182. Cotton John, 21, 22, 27, 28. Count Frontenac and New France, 152. Courtin , The, 146, 196. Courtship of Miles Standish, The, 25. Cow Chase, The, 59. Cranch, C. P., 97. 109. Crime against Kansas, The, 154. Crisis, The, 51. Croaker Papers, The, 82. Culprit Fay, The, 81, 82. Curtis, G. W., 97. Daisy Miller, 216. Dana, C. A., 97, 109, 157. Dana, R. H., 69, 91. Danbury News Man, 60. 196. Dante, Longfellow s, 136. Davis, Jefferson, 189. Day is Done, The, 132. Day of Doom, The, 33. Death of the Flowers, The, 159, 160. Declaration of Independence, The, 45, 46, 60, 87. Deerslayer, The, 85, 86. Democracy and Other Addresses, 149. Democratic Vistas, 187. Derby, G. H., 197. Descent into the Maelstrom, 173. Deserted Road, The, 180. Dial, The, 100, 107, 108, 109. Dialogue between Franklin and the Gout, 39. Diamond Lens, The, 193. Discourse of the Plantation of Virginia, A, 10. Dolph Heyliger. 77. Domain of Arnheim, The, 173. Dorchester Giant, The, 137. Drake, J. R., 81-82, 83, 91. Draper J. W., 189. Dream Life, 182. Drifting, 180. Driving Home the Cows, 191. Drum Taps, 187. Dutchman s Fireside, The, 81. Dwight, J. S., 97, 103, 109. Dwight, Theodore, 55, 56. Dwight, Timothy, 55, 58-59. Early Spring in Massachusetts, 114. Echo, The, 56. Echo Club, The, 179. Edgar Huntley, 64, 66. Edith Linsey, 176. Edwards, Jonathan, 34-36, 59, 93, 100, 101. Eggleston.Edward, 210. Elevator. The, 64, 220. Eliot, John, 20, 21. Elsie Venner, 142. Emerson, Charles, 109. Emerson, R. W., 90, 95, 99, 100, 101, 102-107, 108, 109-113, 114, 115, 116, 123, 126, 127, 134, 143, 157, 160, 167, 186. Endicott s Red Cross, 24, 121. English Note Books, 123. English Traits, 106, 112. Ephemerae, 183. Epilogue to Cato, 61. Eternal Goodness, 164. Ethan Brand, 120. Europeans, The, 216, 217. Evangeline, 134, 135. Evening Wind, The, 159. Everett, Edward, 91, 92, 138, 143, 194. Excelsior, 132. Excursions, 114. Expediency of the Federal Consti tution, 49. Eyes and Ears, 183. F. Smith, 176. Index. 287 Fable for Critics, A, 108, 147, 150. Facts in the Case of M. Vaidemar, The, 170. Fall of the House of Usher, The, 172. Familists Hymn, The, 24. Fanshawe, 119. Farewell Address, Washington s, 49. Faust, Taylor s, 179. Federalist. The, 49. Ferdinand and Isabella, 127, 150. Final Judgment, The, 35. Finch, F. M., 191. Fire of Driftwood, The, 132. Fireside Travels, 127. Fitz Adam s Story, 146. Flint, Timothy, 73. Flood of Years, The, 161. Footpath, The, 147. Footsteps of Angels, 130. Foregone Conclusion, A, 217. Forest Hymn, 158. Fortune of the Republic, 109, 110. Foster, S. C., 180, 211. France and England in North America, 152. Franklin, Benjamin, 27, 36-40, 52, 54, 74, 76. Freedom of the Will, 34. French Poets and Novelists, 215. Freneau, Philip, 61-63. Fuller, Margaret, 95, 97, 98, 101, 103, 107-108, 109, 112, 123, 135. Galaxy Magazine, The, 197. Garrison, W. L., 88, 89, 153, 162, 163, 181. Garrison of Cape Anne, The, 31. Geography of the Mississippi Val ley, 73. Georgia Spec, The, 64. Ghost Ball at Congress Hall, The, 176. Give Me the Old. 177. Godey s Lady s Book, 156, 166. Godfrey, Thomas, 63. Gold Bug, The. 170. Golden Legend, The, 135. Good News from Virginia, 16. Good Word for Winter, 148. Goodrich, 8. G., 70, 74, 119. Graham s Magazine, 156, 166, 168 170, 177. Grandfather s Chair. 31. Grandissimes, The, 213. Greeley, Horace, 97, 177, 189. Green River, 159. Greene, A. G., 87. Greenfield Hill, 58. Griggsby s Station, 211. Guardian Angel. The, 142. Hail Columbia, 60, 61, 81. Hale, E. E., 126, 170, 203-204. Halleck, F. G., 82-83, 91, 176. Halpine, C. G., 193. Hamilton, Alexander, 48, 49, 51, 89 Hannah Thurston, 179. Hans Breitmann Ballads, 212. inds, Hans Pfaall, 170. larbinger. The. 97. Harper s Monthly Magazine, 156, 205. Harris, J. C., 212. Harte, F. B., 201, 206-209, 210. Hasty Pudding, 58. Haunted Palace, The, 171. Hawthorne, Julian, 122. Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 7, 17, 24, 31, 57, 64, 95, 97, 98, 108, 111, 117-124, 128, 133, 142, 143, 156, 167, 172, 179, 18" 192, 194, 195, 213, 215, 219. Hay, John, 209, 210. Health, A, 87. Heathen Chinee, The, 208. Hedge, F. H., 97. Height of the Ridiculous, The, 137. Henry, Patrick, 43, 44, 48. Hiawatha, 62, 135. Higginson, T. W., 76, 97, 108, 195. His Level Best, 203. History of New England, Win- throp s, 23-26. History of Plymouth Plantation, Bradford s, 23, 24. History of the Dividing Line, 15. History of the United Netherlanc 151. History of the United States, Ban croft s, 127, 151 ; Higginson s, 76. History of Virginia, Beverly s, 15 ; Smith s, 13 Stith s, 16. Hoffman, C. F., 177. Holland, J. G., 205. Holmes, O. W., 28, 87, 95, 96, 126, 127, 136,143, 146, 157, 160, 167, 190, 193, 194, 195, 196, 211. Home, Sweet Home, 86. Homesick in Heaven. 139. Hooker, Thomas, 27, 29, 30, 101. Hoosier Schoolmaster, The, 210. Hopkins, Lemuel, 55, 56. Hop&inson, Francis, 60. Hopkinson, Joseph, 60. Horse-Shoe Robinson, 175. House of the Seven Gables, The, 118, 122. Howe, Mrs. J. W., 190. Howells, W. D., 64, 213-215, 217-220. Humphreys, David, 55, 56. Hymn at the Completion of Con cord Monument, 113. Hymn of the Moravian Nuns, 129. Hymn to the Night, 130. Hymn to the North Star, 1-58. Hyperion, 136. Ichabod, 164. If, Yes, and Perhaps, 203. Iliad, Bryant s, 161. Illustrious Providences, 28. In the Tennessee Mountains, 212. In the Twilight, 147. In War Time, 164. Independent, The, 183. Indian Bible, Eliot s, 20. Indian Burying-Ground, The, 62. Indian Student, The, 62. 288 Index. Indian Summer, 218, 219. Ingham Papers, 203. Inklings of Adventure, 176. Innocents Abroad, 201, 202. International Episode, 216, 217. Irving, Washington, 43, 54, 69, 73, 74-81, 82, 83, 84, 91, l2l, 143, 151, 159, 194. 195, 202, 216. Israfel, 169. Italian Journeys. 218. Italian Note Books, 123. James, Henry, 193, 213, 214-217. Jane Talbot, 64. Jay, John, 49. Jefferson, Thomas, 13, 45-48, 50, 52, 61. Jesuits in North America, The, 152. Jim, 209. Jim Bludso, 209. John Brown s Body, 59, 190. John Godfrey s Fortune, 179. " John Phoanix," 197. John Underbill, 24. Jonathan to John, 146. "Josh Billings, "200. Journey to the Land of Eden, A, 15. Judd, Sylvester, 149. Jumping Frog, The, 201. June, 159, 160. Justice and Expediency, 163. Kansas and Nebraska Bill, The, 154. Katie, 191. Kennedy, J. P., 175. Key into the Language of America, Key, F. S., 61. Kidd, the Pirate, 77. King s Missive, The, 165. Knickerbocker Magazine, The, 77, 81, 119, 152, 166. Knickerbocker s History of New York, 69, 74. 76, 77, 194. Lady Barbarina, 217. Lady of the Aroostook, The, 217, 219. Lanier, Sidney, 212. La Salle and the Discovery of the Great West, 152. Last Leaf, The, 87, 137. Last of the Mohicans, The, 85, 86. Last of the Valerii, The, 215. Latest Form of Infidelity, The, 101. Latest Literary Essays and Ad dresses, 149. Laus Deo, 164. Leatherstocking Tales, 62, 85. Leaves of Grass, 183, 184, 186. Lecture on the Mormons, 198-199. Legend of Brittany, 143. Legend of Sleepy Hollow, 77, 78. Legends of New England, 163. Legends of the Province House, 121. Leland, C. G., 212. Letter on Whitewashing, 60. Letters and Social Aims, 109. Letters from Under a Bridge, 176. Letters of a Traveler, 161. Liberator, The, 88, 153, 181. Life of Columbus, Irving s, 75 80 Life of Goldsmith, 80. Life of John of Barneveld, 152. Life of Washington, Irving s, 80 Ligeia, 172. Light of Stars, The, 130. Lincoln, Abraham, 51, 137, 187, 193, 19b. Lines on Leaving Europe, 176. Lippincott s Magazine, 205. Literary Recreations, 166. Literati of New York, 166. Little Breeches, 209. Little Orphant Annie, 211. Livingston, William, 54. Locke, David R 200. Longfellow, H. W., 17, 24, 25, 62, 118, 119, 127, 128-136, 138, 143, 144, 146, 157, 165, 166, 173, 179, 186, 205, 210. Lost Arts, The, 153. Lost Cause, The, 189. Lowell, J. R., 10, 34, 95, 98, 107, 108, 110, 126, 127, 132, 143-147, 150, 157 160, 166, 167, 179, 181, 190, 194, 195, 196, 205, 210. Luck of Roaring Camp, The, 206. Lunatic s Skate, The, 176. Lyrics of a Day, 191. Madison, James, 49, 61. ! Madonna of the Future, The, 215. Magnalia Christi Americana, 17, 28- 30, 33, 74. Mahomet and His Successors, 80. Maine Woods, The, 114. " Major Jack Downing," 197. Man of the Crowd.The, 172. Man-of-War Bird, The, 186. Man Without a Country, The, 170, Marble Faun, The, 119, 120, 121, 122. Marco Bozzaris, 83. Margaret, 150. " Mark Twain," 196, 197, 201, 202. Maryland, My Maryland, 190. Masque of the Gods, The, 178. Masque of the Red Death, The, 172. Mather, Cotton, 17, 18, 19, 20, 22, 25, 27, 28-31, 36, 74l Mather, Increase, 28, 30. Maud Muller, 165. Mayday, 110. Maypole of Merrymount, The, 24. McFingal, 54, 55. 60, 74. Memoranda of the Civil War, 187. Memorial History of Boston, 165. Men Naturally God s Enemies, 35. Merry Mount, 150. Messenger, R. H., 177. Miggles, 2^8. " Miles O Reilly," 193. Minister s Black Veil. The, 121. Minister s Wooing, The, 181. Mitchell, D. G., 182. Mocking Bird, The. 212. Modern Instance, A, 218, 219. Modern Learning, 60. Modest Request, A, 139. Index. 289 Money Diggers, The, 77. Montcalm and Wolfe, 152. Monterey, 177. Moore, C. C., 177. Moore, Frank, 190. Moral Argument against Calvin ism, The. 93. Morris, G. P., 176. Morton s Hope, 150. Mosses from an Old Manse, 118, 121. Motley, J. L., 126, 143, 150, 151-152. Mount Vernon, 57. "Mrs. Partington," 197. MS. Found in a Bottle, 175. Murder of Lovejoy, The, 127. Murders in the Rue Morgue, The, 170. Murfree, Mary N.. 212. Music-Grinders, The, 137. My Aunt, 137. My Captain, 187. My Double and How He Undid Me. 204. My Garden Acquaintance, 148. My Life is Like the Summer Rose, 87. My Old Kentucky Home, 180. Mv Search for the Captain, 193. My Study Windows, 148. My Wife and 1, 182. Mystery of Gilgal, The, 209. Mystery of Marie Roget, The, 170. Narrative of A. Gordon Pym, The, Nathaniel Hawthorne and His Wife, 122. Nature. 95, 104, 106, 110. Naval History of the United States, 83. Nearer Home, 180. Negro Melodies, 180. Neighborly Poems, 212. Nelly was a Lady, 180. New England Tragedies, 24. New England Two Centuries Ago, 146, 148. New System of English Grammar, A, 197. New York Evening Post, 158, 161. New York Tribune, The, 97, 178. Newell, R. H., 201. North American, The, 157. North American Review, The, 91, 92, 119, 128, 148, 158. Norton, Andrews, 101. Notes on Virginia, 48. Nothing to Wear, 177. Nux Postcoenatica, 139. O Susanna, 180. O Brien, F. J., 193. Observations on the Boston Port Bill, 45. Occultation of Orion, The, 132, 144. Ode at the Harvard Commemora tion, 147. Ode for a Social Meeting, 139. Ode to Freedom, 145. Odyssey, Bryant s, 161. Old Clock on the Stairs, The, 132. Old Creole Days, 213. Old-Fashioned Roses, 212. Old Folks at Home, 180. Old Grimes, 87. Old Ironsides, 137. Old Oaken Bucket, The, 86. Old Pennsylvania Farmer, 178. Old R6gime in Canada, The, 152. Old Sergeant, The, 191. Old Swimmin Hole and Leven More Poems, The, 210. On a Certain Condescension in Foreigners, 146. One-Hoss Shay. The, 139, 196. Oregon Trail. The, 152. Ormond, 64, 65. " Orpheus C. Kerr." 201. Orphic Sayings, 107. " ?ood, Mrs. K. P., 167, 191. is, James, 43, 44, 45. Our Master, 164. Our Old Home, 122. Out of the Question, 219. Outcasts of Poker Flat, The, 208. Outre-Mer. 128. Overland Monthly, The, 207. Over-soul, The, 107. Paine, R. T., 61. Paine, Tom, 51-53. Panorama, The, 164. Paper, 39. Parker, Theodore, 100, 102, 109. Parkman, Francis, 127, 150, 151, 152. Parlor Car, The, 220. Partisan, The, 175. Passionate Pilgrim, A, 215. Pathfinder. The, 85. Paulding, J. K., 73, 76, 81, 167. Payne, J. H., 86. Pearl of Orr s Island. The, 181. Pencillings by the Way, 176. Pension Beaurepas, The, 216. Percival, J. G., 182. Percy, George, 10, 18. " Peter Parley." 70. "Petroleum V. Nasby," 200. Phenomena Qusedam Apocalyp- tica, 32. Phillips, Wendell, 126, 127, 153, 163, 181. Philosophic Solitude, 54. Philosophy of Composition, 169. Phoenixiana, 197. Piatt, J. J., 191, 210, 218. Pictures of Memory, 180. Pilot, The. 85. Pink and White Tyranny, 182. Pinkney, E. C., 87. Pioneer, The, 143. Pioneers, The, 73, 85. Pioneers of France in the New World, 152. Pipes O Pan, 212. Plain Language from Truthful James, 208. Planting of the Apple-tree, The, 161. 290 Index. Plato, Emerson on. 111. Poe, E. A., 64. 82. 87, 109, 119, 120, 135, 143, 156, 159, 167-173, 175, 180, 189, 193, 204. Poems of the Orient, 178. Poems of Two Friends, 218. Poems on Slavery, 132. Poet at the Breakfast Table, The, 141. Poetic Principle, The, 171. Poetry : A Metrical Essay, 138. Poet s Hope, A, 109. Political Green House, The, 56. Pollard, E. A., 189. Pons Maximus, 180. Poor Richard s Almanac, 39, 40. Portraits of Places, 217. Prairie, The, 85. Prentice, G. D., 162, 196. Prescott, W. H., 127, 150, 151, 152, 157, 189. Present Crisis, The, 145. Pride of the Village, The, 79. Prince Deukalion, 178. Prince of Parthia, The, 63. Problem, The, 113. Professor at the Breakfast Table, The, 141. Progress to the Mines, A, 15. Prologue, The, 139. Prophecy of Samuel Sewall, 32. Prophet, The, 178. Psalm of Life, The, 130, 132. Purloined Letter, The, 170. Putnam s Monthly, 127, 205. Quaker Widow, The, 178. Quincy, Josiah, 43-45. Rag Man and Rag Woman, The, 204. Raggedy Man, The, 211. Randall, J. R., 190. Randolph, John, 46. Raven, The, 169, 171. Reed, T. B.. 180. Reaper and the Flowers, The, 130. Rebellion Record, The, 190. Recollections of a Lifetime, 70, 74. Red Rover, The, 85. Register, The, 220. Remarks on Associations, 93. Remarks on National Literature, 94, 103. Reply to Hayne, Webster s, 89. Representative Men, 105, 110, 112. Resignation, 132. Reveries of a Bachelor, 182. Rhcecus, 143. Rhymes of Childhood, 212. Rhymes of Travel, 178. Riding to Vote, 191. Rights of the British Colonies, 45. Riley, J. W., 210-212. Ripley, George, 97, 102, 103, 109, 157. Rip Van Winkle, 76. Rip Van Winkle, M.D., 139. Rise and Fall of the Confederate States, 189. Rise and Fall of the Slave Power, 189. Rise of the Dutch Republic, 151. Rob of the Bowl, 175. Roderick Hudson, 216. Roughing It, 201. Salmagundi, 76, 81, 161. Sandys, George, 14, 18. San Francisco, 206. Scarlet Letter, The, 24, 120, 121, 122. School Days, 162. Schoolcraft, H. R., 135. Science of English Verse, 212. Scribner s Monthly, 205. Scripture Poems, 176. Seaside and Fireside, 131, 132. Seaweed, 132, 134. Selling of Joseph, The, 32. September Gale, The, 137. Sewall, J. M., 61. Sewall, Samuel, 31-32. Shakespeare Ode, 91. Shaw, H. W., 200. Shepherd of King Admetus, The, 143. Sheridan s Ride, 180. Shillaber, B. P., 197. Sigourney, Mrs. L. H., 110, 182. Silas Lapham, 219. Simms, W. G., 175. Simple Cobbler of Agawam, The, 18. Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God, 35. Skeleton in Armor, The, 131. Skeleton in the Closet, The, 204. Sketch Book, The, 74, 76, 77, 79. Skipper Ireson s Ride, 165. Sleeper, The, 172. Sleeping-Car, The, 64. Smith, Elihu, 55. Smith, John, 9, 10. 13, 14, 18, 23. Smith, Seba. 197. Snow- Bound, 165. Society and Solitude, 109. Song for a Temperance Dinner, 138. Song of the Chattahoochie, 212. South Wind and the Sun, The,212. Southern Literary Messenger, The, 166, 168. Southern Passages and Pictures, 175. Sparkling and Bright, 177. Specimen Days, 187. Specimens of Foreign Standard Literature, 103. Sphinx, The, 140. Sprague, Charles, 91. Spring, 176. Spy, The, 84. Squibob Papers, 197. Star Papers, 183. Star-Spangled Banner, The, 61, 81. Stedman, E. C., 177, 205. Stephens, A. H., 189. Stith, William, 16. Stoddard, R. H., 177, 205. Story of Kennett, The, 179. Stowe, Mrs. H. B., 181, 182. Strachey, William, 9. Index. 291 Stuart, Moses, 101. Suburban Sketches, 218. Sumner, Charles, 126, 127, 128, 132, 147, 153, 154, 163, 181. Supernaturalism in New England, 166. Swallow Barn, 175. Swinton, W., 190. Sybaris and Other Homes, 203. Tales of a Traveler, 77. Tales of a Wayside Inn, 165. Tales of the Glauber Spa, 161. Tales of the Grotesque and Ara besque, 172. Tamerlane, 167. Tanglewood Tales, 123. Taylor, Bayard, 177-179. Telling the Bees. 165. Ten Times One is Ten, 203. Tennessee s Partner, 208. Tent on the Beach, The, 165. Thanatopsis, 69, 81, 129, 158, 159, 161. Their Wedding Journey, 218. Theology, Dwight s, 59. Thirty Poems, 161. Thoreau, H. D., 95, 98, 109, 112, 113- 117, 123, 126, 127, 129, 157, 186, 189. Timrod, Henry, 191. To a Waterfowl, 159. To Helen, 169. To M from Abroad, 176. To One in Paradise, 172. To Seneca Lake. 182. Tour on the Prairies, A, 73. Tramp Abroad, A, 201. Transcendentalist, The, 103, 104. Travels, Dwight s, 59. Treatise concerning Religious Af fections, 35. Triumph of Infidelity, 59. True Grandeur of Nations, The, 154. True Relation, Smith s, 13. True Repertory of the Wrack of Sir Thomas Gates, 9. Trumbull, John, 54, 55, 56, 74. Twice-Told Tales, 119, 120, 121. Two Rivers, 115. Tyler, Royall, 64. Ulalume, 171. Uncle Ned, 180. Uncle Remus. 212. Uncle Tom s Cabin, 181. Under the Willows, 147. Undiscovered Country, The, 219,220, Unknown Dead, The, 191. Unseen Spirits, 176. Valley of Unrest, The, 169. Vanity Fair, 198. Vassall Morton, 150. Venetian Life. 218. Views Afoot, 177. Villa Franca, 147. Village Blacksmith, The, 131. Virginia Comedians, The, 175. Vision of Columbus, The, 57, 58. Vision of Sir Launfal, The, 145. Visit from St. Nicholas, A, 177. Voices of Freedom, 164. Voices of the Night, 128, 130. Voluntaries, 113. Von Kempelen s Discovery, 170. Walden, 114. Wants of Man, The, 87. War Lyrics, 191. Ward, Nathaniel, 18. Ware, Henry, 101. Washers of the Shroud, The, 147. Washington, George, 49, 51. Washington as a Camp, 192. Washington Square, 193. Way Down South, 180. Webster, Daniel, 75, 88, 89-91,92, 154, 164, 194. Webster s Spelling-book, 70. Week on the Concord and Merri- mac Rivers, A, 114. Western Windows, 210. Westminster Abbey, 79. Westover MSS., The, 14. Westward Ho ! 73. What Mr. Robinson Thinks, 145. What Was It ? 193. When the Frost is on the Punkm, 211. Whistle, The, 39. Whitaker, Alexander, 16. White, R. G.j 205. Whitman, Walt, 130, 183-187, 190. Whittier, J. G., 17. 24, 25, 31, 32, 95, 132, 138, 143, 161-166, 173, 181, 182, 186, 190, 192, 205. Wieland, 64, 66. Wigglesworth, Michael, 33. Wild Honeysuckle, The, 62. Wilde, R. H., 86. William Wilson, 172. Williams, Roger. 21. Willis, N. P., 72, i60, 176, 177, 183. Willson, Forceythe, 191. Wilson, Henry, 189. Winter Evening Hymn to My Fire, Wiiithrop, John, 10, 21, 22, 23-26, 27, 30,32. Winthrop, Theodore, 192. Witchcraft, 148. Witch s Daughter, The, 163. Wolfert s Roost, 77. Wolfert Webber, 77. Woman in the Nineteenth Cen tury, 108. Wonder Book, The, 123. Wonders of the Invisible World, 20,31. Woods, Leonard, 101. Woods in Winter, 129. Woodman, Spare that Tree, 176. Woodworth, Samuel, 86. Woolman s Journal, 66-68, 163. Wound-Dresser, The, 185. Wrath Upon the Wicked, 35. Wreck of the Hesperus, The, 131, 134. Yankee Doodle, 59-60. , Yankee in Canada, A, 114. ! Year s Life, A, 143. i Yemassee, The, 175. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY BERKELEY Return to desk from which borrowed. This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. 11Sep 52ED SEP 15 1952 LI MAR 30 1953 LTf APR l 6 1953 LD21-95m-ll, 50(2877sl6)476 16593 952439 THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY