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Its leading articles are written by Mr. Arthur Brisbane, the son of one of the Brook Farm Utopians, that gathering in which Hawthorne and Henry James senior, and Margaret Fuller participated, and in which the whole brilliant world of Boston's past, the world of Emerson, Longfellow, Thoreau, was interested. Mr.
"I told you about Evangeline Longfellow Jenks," she continued, "and she's written some more verses, and Rose copied this one. Just listen while I read it." "I'm to be a poet when I get big, And I'll write a book that's bigger'n me. My poems I make now are to practice on, But when I'm big they'll be fine to see."
We passed him before he reached the children, but on looking back we saw that he had stopped to speak with them. They evidently knew him very well. It is remarkable how the impression should have been circulated that Longfellow was not much of a pedestrian. On the contrary, there was no one who was seen more frequently on the streets of Cambridge.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, a professor at Harvard till 1854, though savagely criticized by Poe and Margaret Fuller, had won the American heart in his Village Blacksmith and Evangeline. He scored his greatest triumph in Miles Standish in 1858. A more radical poet was John Greenleaf Whittier, contributor to the National Era, a radical anti-slavery journal which first gave publicity to Mrs.
"But less accurate. Accuracy do you agree with me? is of an importance very greatly underestimated by the majority of persons." "I guess," said Miss Longfellow, not interested, "you're quite a clever young man."
The study where the Dante Club met, and where I mostly saw Longfellow, was a plain, pleasant room, with broad panelling in white painted pine; in the centre before the fireplace stood his round table, laden with books, papers, and proofs; in the farthest corner by the window was a high desk which he sometimes stood at to write.
"You mean you would do nothing in the matter?" "I should 'let the dead past bury its dead, as Longfellow says." Bleeker was always quoting Longfellow. "But it isn't the dead past, it's the living present that has attended to the business; and he has sent in his account with all the items.
And in the fairy ring around Longfellow fountain, gnomes and fays and freshmen play hide-and-seek with the water nixies. The first Tree Day was Mr. Durant's idea; no one was more awake than he, in the old days, to Wellesley's poetic possibilities. And the first trees were gifts from Mr. Hunnewell; two beautiful exotics, Japanese golden evergreens one for 1879 and one for 1880.
I soon reassured him on the point he had raised, and then went on with the discussion of scientific men, methods, and equipments. I was also asked by the poet Longfellow to pass a day with him at his beautiful Nahant cottage in order to discuss certain candidates and methods in literature.
Here, for instance, is his definition of poetry: "Poetry, as I understand it, is the recognition of something new and true in thought or feeling, the recollection of some profound experience, the conception of some heroic action, the creation of something beautiful and pathetic." In his diary Longfellow sometimes refers to Mrs.
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