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In 1848 he pub. a third vol. of Poems, A Fable for Critics, The Biglow Papers, and The Vision of Sir Launfal; and he was in 1855 appointed Professor of Modern Languages at Harvard in succession to Longfellow. His later poems included various Odes in celebration of national events, some of which were coll. in Under the Willows, The Cathedral, and Heartsease and Rue.
"My name is Eleanor Savell," replied the new-comer, "and I have just come to Oakdale with my aunt. We have leased a quaint old house in the suburbs called 'Heartsease. My aunt fell quite in love with it, so perhaps we shall stay awhile. We travel most of the time, and I get very tired of it," she concluded with a little pout. "'Heartsease'?" cried the girls in chorus.
No one would ever expect to get a first-rate heartsease or dahlia from the seed of a wild plant. No one would expect to raise a first-rate melting pear from the seed of a wild pear, though he might succeed from a poor seedling growing wild, if it had come from a garden-stock.
"Yes, it's fine weather, Christianna," answered the old man. "Come in, come in, and take a cheer!" Christianna came up the tiny path and seated herself, not in the split-bottomed chair to which he waved her, but upon the edge of the porch, with her back to the sapling that served for a pillar, and with her small, ill-shod feet just touching a bed of heartsease. She pushed back her sunbonnet.
He had never had so pretty a thing, and he would keep it always, and every time he looked at it he would see Thunder Run and hear the bees in the flowers. It was very kind of her to make it for him, and and he would keep it always. Christianna listened, and then, with her eyes upon the heartsease, began to say good-bye in her soft, drawling voice. "You're going down the mountain to-day, Mrs.
When little Bethea next visited the hospital, the boy with the crooked leg was just leaving; but his leg was not crooked any longer; his face was bright and healthy, and safely buttoned up in his coat he carried a shabby old pocket book, in which lay a withered flower, with one word written underneath in large pencilled letters "Heartsease."
The boy turned wearily, but his face lighted up as he saw the pansy. His eyes brightened and he seized it eagerly. "Heartsease! Oh, it's like home. We've lots of that growing in our garden. I always had some on Sundays!" he cried. "Do let me keep it. It seems just a bit of home a bit of home a bit of home."
Into his life of loneliness, of lovelessness, of despair a life from which everyone who had really cared for him had been snatched by untimely death and shut away from him forever in an early grave a life where there had been not only sorrow, but bitterness where there had been pain and want and homelessness and desolate wanderings and longings for the unattainable where there had been misunderstanding and distrust and temptation and defeat into such a life this wee bit of maidenhood this true heartsease had crept and blossomed, filling heart and life with beauty and hope and love with blessed healing.
They greeted me as of yore, and we talked of the past with pity mingled with delight. Dick, my old chum, Emma's soldier-brother, was miles and miles away: not a boy of all our tribe was left in Heartsease to tell me the story of the past. I began to be glad that it was so, for the great gulf that lay between me and the boy I had been seemed to render up no ghosts but were shrouded in sorrow.
"I was looking out at the dear old garden awhile ago," he said, "and I gathered from it that you must be fond of flowers since your niece tells me she has been away so long." She brightened into animation, her broad, capable hands fumbling with the big green-and-gold teacups. "Yes, I raise 'em," she answered. "Did you happen to notice the bed of heartsease?
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