Theinteriorwasnoble，andtherewasanairofscholarlyquietandofletteredeleganceinthelibrary，wherethehostreceivedhisguests，whichseemedtopervadethewholehouse，andwhichmadeitsappealtotheimaginationofoneofthemmostpotently。Itseemedtomethattobemasterofsuchcircumstanceandkeepingwouldbeenoughoflifeinacertainway；anditalllingersinmymemoryyet，asifitwereonewiththegentlecourtesywhichwelcomedme。
　　Amongmyfellow—guestsonenightwasGeorgeS。Hillard，nowafadedreputation，andeventhenalifedefeatedofthehighexpectationofitsyouth。Idonotknowwhetherhis’SixMonthsinItaly’stillkeepsitselfinprint；butitwasabookonceverywellknown；andhewasperhapsthemoregracioustome，asourhostwas，becauseofourcommonItalianbackground。HewasoftheoldSilver—grayWhigsocietytoo，andIsupposethatorderofthingsimparteditstonetowhatIfeltandsawinthatplace。Thecivilwarhadcomeandgone，andthatorderacceptedtheresultifnotwithfaith，thenwithpatience。ThereweretwoyoungEnglishnoblementherethatnight，whohadbeentravellingintheSouth，andwhosestoriesofthewretchedconditionstheyhadseenmovedourhosttosomeopenmisgiving。ButtheEnglishmenhadnoquestion；inspiteofall，theydefendedtheaccomplishedfact，andwhenIventuredtosaythatnowatleasttherecouldbeahopeofbetterthings，whiletheoldorderwasonlytheperpetuationofdespair，hemildlyassented，withagestureofthehandthatwaivedthepoint，andadeeplysighed，"Perhaps；
　　perhaps。"
　　Hewasapresenceofgreatdignity，whichseemedtorecallthepastwithasteadfastallegiance，andyettorelaxitselftowardsthepresentinthewisdomoftheaccumulatedyears。Hiswholelifehadbeenpassedindevotiontopoliteliteratureandinthesocietyofthepoliteworld；andhewasatypeofscholarsuchasonlythecircumstancesofBostoncouldform。ThosecircumstancescouldaloneformsuchanothertypeasQuincy；
　　andIwishIcouldhavefeltthenasIdonowtheadvantageofmeetingthemsocontemporaneously。
　　VII。
　　ThehistorianofSpanishliteraturewasanoldmannearereightythanseventywhenIsawhim，andIrecallofhimpersonallyhisdarktint，andthescholarlyrefinementofhisclean—shavenface，whichseemedtomeratherEnglishthanAmericanincharacter。HewasquiteexteriortotheAtlanticgroupofwriters，andhadnointerestinmeasoneofit。
　　LiteraryBostonofthatdaywasnotasolidarity，asIsoonperceived；
　　andIunderstoodthatitwasonlyinmyqualityofstrangerthatIsawthedifferentphasesofit。IshouldnotbejusttoavividphaseifI
　　failedtospeakofMrs。JuliaWardHoweandtheimpulseofreformwhichshepersonified。IdidnotsympathizewiththisthensomuchasIdonow，butIcouldappreciateitontheintellectualside。Once，manyyearslater，IheardMrs。Howespeakinpublic，anditseemedtomethatshemadeoneofthebestspeechesIhadeverheard。Itgavemeforthefirsttimeanotionofwhatwomenmightdointhatsortiftheyenteredpubliclife；butwhenwemetinthoseearlierdaysIwasinterestedinherasperhapsourchiefpoetess。Ibelieveshedidnotcaremuchtospeakofliterature；shewasalertforothermeaningsinlife，andI
　　rememberhowsheoncebroughttobookayouthfulmatronwhohadperhapsundulylamentedthehardshipsofhousekeeping，withthesharpdemand，"Child，whereisyourreligion？"Afterthemanyyearsofanacquaintancewhichhadnotnearlysomanymeetingsasyears，itwaspleasanttofindher，atthelatest，asstrenuousaseverforthefaithofworks，andaseagertoaidStepniakasJohnBrown。InherbeautifuloldageshesurvivesacertainliteraryimpulseofBoston，butastillhigherimpulseofBostonshewillnotsurvive，forthatwilllastwhilethecityendures。
　　VIII。
　　TheCambridgemenwerecuriouslyapartfromothersthatformedthegreatNewEnglandgroup，andwithwhominmyearlierignoranceIhadalwaysfanciedthemmingling。NowandthenImetDoctorHolmesatLongfellow’stable，butnotoftenerthannowandthen，andIneversawEmersoninCambridgeatallexceptatLongfellow’sfuneral。InmyfirstyearsontheAtlanticIsometimessawhim，whenhewouldaddressmesomegrave，ratherretrorsivecivilities，afterIhadbeennewlyintroducedtohim，asIhadalwaystobeontheseoccasions。Iformedthebeliefthathedidnotcareforme，eitherinmybeingordoing，andIamfarfromblaminghimforthat:onsuchpointstheremighteasilybetwoopinions，andIwasmyselfoftenofthemindIimaginedinhim。
　　IfEmersonforgotme，itwasperhapsbecauseIwasnotofthosequalitiesofthingswhicheventhen，itwassaid，hecouldremembersomuchbetterthanthingsthemselves。InhislateryearsIsometimessawhimintheBostonstreetswithhisbeautifulfacedreamilyset，ashemovedlikeonetowhosevision"Heavenopensinward，chasmsyawn，Vastimagesinglimmeringdawn，Halfshown，arebrokenandwithdrawn。"
　　Itisknownhowbeforetheendtheeclipsebecametotalandfrommomenttomomenttherecordinscribeduponhismindwaserased。SomeyearsbeforehediedIsatbetweenhimandMrs。RoseTerryCooke，atan’AtlanticBreakfast’whereitwaspartofmyeditorialfunctiontopreside。Whenhewasnotaskingmewhoshewas，IcouldhearhimaskingherwhoIwas。Hisgreatsoulworkedsoindependentlyofmemoryasweconceiveit，andsopowerfullyandessentially，thatonecouldnothelpwonderingif；afterall，ourpersonalcontinuity，ouridentityhereafter，wasnecessarilytrammeledupwithourenduringknowledgeofwhathappenshere。Hisremembranceabsolutelyceasedwithanevent，andyethischaracter，hispersonality，hisidentityfullypersisted。
　　Idonotknow，whetherthethingsthatweprintedforEmersonafterhismemorybegantofailsoutterlyweretheworkofearlieryearsornot，butIknowthattheywereofhisbest。Therewerecertainpoemswhichcouldnothavebeenmoreelectly，moreexquisitelyhis，orfashionedwithakeenerandjusterself—criticism。Hisvisiontranscendedhistimesofarthatsomewhohavetiredthemselvesoutintryingtocatchupwithhimhavenowbeguntosaythathewasnoseeratall；butIdoubtiftheseformthelastcourtofappealinhiscase。Inmanner，hewasverygentle，likeallthosegreatNewEnglandmen，buthewascold，likemanyofthem，tothenew—comer，ortotheold—comerwhocamenewly。AsIhaveelsewhererecorded，IonceheardhimspeakcriticallyofHawthorne，andonceheexpressedhissurpriseatthelatefloweringbrilliancyofHolmes’sgiftintheAutocratpapersafterallhisfriendssupposedithadborneitsbestfruit。ButIrecallnomentionofLongfellow，orLowell，orWhittierfromhim。AtadinnerwherethetalkglanceduponWaltWhitmanheturnedtomeasperhapsrepresentingtheinterestposteritymighttakeinthematter，andreferredtoWhitman’spublicuseofhisprivatelywrittenpraiseassomethingaltogetherunexpected。Hedidnotdisownitorwithdrawit，butseemedtofeel（notindignantly）
　　thattherehadbeenanabuseofit。
　　IX。
　　ThefirsttimeIsawWhittierwasinFields’sroomatthepublishingoffice，whereIhadcomeuponsomeeditorialerrandtomychief。Heintroducedmetothepoet:atall，sparefigureinblackofQuakercut，withakeen，clean—shavenface，blackhair，andvividblackeyes。Itwasjustafterhispoem，’SnowBound’，hadmadeitsgreatsuccess，inthemodestfashionofthosedays，andhadsoldnottwohundredthousandbuttwentythousand，andItriedtomakehimmycompliment。IcontrivedtosaythatIcouldnottellhimhowmuchIlikedit；andhereceivedtheinadequateexpressionofmyfeelingwithdoubtlessasmucheffusionashewouldhavemetsomethingmoreexplicitandabundant。Ifhehadjudgedfittotakemycontractoffmyhandsinanyway，IthinkhewouldhavebeenlessabletodosothananyofhisNewEnglandcontemporaries。
　　Inhim，asIhavesuggested，theQuakercalmwasboundbythefrostyPuritanicair，andhewasdoublycoldtothetouchofthestranger，thoughhewouldthawouttooldfriends，andsparkleinlaughandjoke。
　　Imyselfnevergotsofarwithhimastoexperiencethisgeniality，thoughafterwardswebecamesuchfriendsasanoldmanandayoungmancouldbewhorarelymet。Ourbetteracquaintancebeganwithsometalk，atasecondmeeting，aboutBayardTaylor’s’StoryofKennett’，whichhadthenlatelyappeared，andwhichhepraisedforitsfidelitytoQuakercharacterinitslessamiableaspects。NodoubtIhadmademuchofmyownQuakerdescent（whichIfeltwasoneofthefewthingsIhadtobeproudof），andhethereforespokethemorefranklyofthosetraitsofbrutalityintowhichtheprimitivesincerityofthesectsometimesdegenerated。Hethoughtthehabitofplain—speakinghadtobejealouslyguardedtokeepitfrombecomingrude—speaking，andhematchedwithstoriesofhisownsomethingsIhadheardmyfathertellofFriendsinthebackwoodswhowereFoestogoodmanners。
　　Whittierwasoneofthemostgenerousofmentowardstheworkofothers，especiallytheworkofanewman，andifIdidanythingthatheliked，Icouldcountuponhimforcordialrecognition。InthequietofhiscountryhomeatDanversheapparentlyreadallthemagazines，andkepthimselffullyabreastoftheliterarymovement，butIdoubtifhesofullyappreciatedtheimportanceofthesocialmovement。Likesomeothersofthegreatanti—slaverymen，heseemedtoimaginethatmankindhadwonitselfaclearfieldbydestroyingchattelslavery，andhehad。
　　nosympathywiththosewhothinkthatthemanwhomayanymomentbeoutofworkisindustriallyaslave。Thisisnotstrange；sofewmenlastoverfromonereformtoanotherthatthewonderisthatanyshould，notthatoneshouldnot。Whittierwasprophetforonegreatneedofthedivinetoman，andhespokehismessagewithafervorthatattimeswaslikethetremblingofaflame，orthequiveringofmidsummersunshine。
　　Itwashardtoassociatewiththemanasonesawhim，still，shy，stiff，thepassionofhisverse。Thisimbuednotonlyhisantislaveryutterances，butequallyhisballadsoftheoldwitchandQuakerpersecution，andflashedafarlightintothedimnesswherehisinterrogationsofMysterypierced。WhateverdoubttherecanbeofthefateofotherNewEnglandpoetsinthegreatandfinalaccount，itseemstomethatcertainofthesepiecesmakehisplacesecure。
　　Thereisgreatinequalityinhiswork，andIfeltthissostronglythatwhenIcametohavefullchargeoftheMagazine，Iventuredoncetodistinguish。Hesentmeapoem，andIhadthetemeritytoreturnit，andbeghimforsomethingelse。Hemagnanimouslyrefrainedfromallshowofoffence，andafterawhile，whenhehadprintedthepoemelsewhere，hegavemeanother。Bythistime，IperceivedthatIhadbeenwrong，notastothepoemreturned，butastomyfunctionregardinghimandsuchashe。Ihadmademyreflections，andneveragaindidIventuretopassuponwhatcontributorsofhisqualitysentme。Itookitandprintedit，andpraisedthegods；，andevennowIthinkthatwithsuchmenitwasnotmydutytoplaythecensorintheperiodicalwhichtheyhadmadewhatitwas。TheyhadsetitinauthorityoverAmericanliterature，anditwasnotformetoputmyselfinauthorityoverthem。Theirfamewasintheirownkeeping，anditwasnotmyparttoguarditagainstthem。
　　AfterthatexperienceInotonlypractisedaneageracquiescenceintheirwishtoreachthepublicthroughtheAtlantic，butIusedallthedelicacyIwasmasterofinbowingthewaytothem。Sometimesmyutmostdidnotavail，ormorestrictlyspeakingitdidnotavailinoneinstancewithEmerson。Hehadgivenmeuponmuchentreatyapoemwhichwasoneofhisgreatestandbest，buttheproof—readerfoundanominativeatoddswithitsverb。Wehadsometroubleinreconcilingthem，andsomeotherdelays，andmeanwhileDoctorHolmesofferedmeapoemforthesamenumber。InowdoubtedwhetherIshouldgetEmerson’spoembackintimeforit，butunluckilytheproofdidcomebackintime，andthenIhadtochoosebetweenmypoets，oracquaintthemwiththestateofthecase，andletthemchoosewhatIshoulddo。IreallyfeltthatDoctorHolmeshadtherighttoprecedence，sinceEmersonhadwithheldhisproofsolongthatIcouldnotcountuponit；butIwrotetoEmerson，andasked（asnearlyasIcanremember）whetherhewouldconsenttoletmeputhispoemovertothenextnumber，orwouldprefertohaveitappearinthesamenumberwithDoctorHolmes’s；thesubjectswerecognate，andIhadmymisgivings。Hewrotemebackto"returntheproofsandbreakuptheforms。"Icouldnotgotothisiconoclasticextremewiththeelectrotypesofthemagazine，butIcouldreturntheproofs。Ididso，feelingthatIhaddonemypossible，andsilentlygrievingthattherecouldbesuchireinheavenlyminds。
　　X。
　　Emerson，asIsay，IhadoncemetinCambridge，butWhittiernever；
　　andIhaveafeelingthatpoetasCambridgefelthimtobe，shehadherreservationsconcerninghim。Icannotputtheseintowordswhichwouldnotoversaythem，buttheywereakintothoseshemighthaverefineduponinregardtoMrs。Stowe。NeitherofthesegreatwriterswouldhaveappearedtoCambridgeofthelastliteraryquality；theirfamewaswithaworldtoovasttobethe，testthatherown"Oneentireandperfectcrysolite"
　　wouldhaveformed。Whittierinfacthadnotarrivedattheclearsplendorofhislaterworkwithoutsomeearlierturbidity；hewasstillfromtimetotimecapableofafalserhyme，likemornanddawn。Asfortheauthorof’UncleTom’sCabin’hersyntaxwassuchasnaretoherthatitsometimesneededthecombinedskillofalltheproof—readersandtheassistanteditortoextricateher。Ofcourse，nothingwaseverwrittenintoherwork，butinchangesofdiction，incorrectionofsolecisms，intranspositionofphrases，thetextwaslargelyrewrittenonthemarginofherproofs。Thesoulofherartwaspresent，buttheformwassooftenabsent，thatwhenitwasclothedonanew，itwouldhavebeenhardtosaywhosecutthegarmentwasofinmanyplaces。Infact，theproof—readingofthe’AtlanticMonthly’wassomethingalmostfearfullyscrupulousandperfect。Theproofswerefirstreadbytheunderproof—readerintheprinting—office；thentheheadreaderpassedthemtomeperfectlycleanastotypography，withhisownabundantandmostintelligentcommentsontheliterature；andthenIreadthem，makingwhatchangesIchose，andverifyingeveryquotation，everydate，everygeographicalandbiographicalname，everyforeignwordtothelastaccent，everytechnicalandscientificterm。Whereitwaspossibleoratalldesirabletheproofwasnextsubmittedtotheauthor。Whenitcamebacktome，Irevisedit，acceptingorrejectingtheauthor’sjudgmentaccordingashewasentitledbyhisabilityandknowledgeornottohavethem。Theproofnowwenttotheprintersforcorrection；theysentitagaintotheheadreader，whocarefullyreviseditandreturneditagaintome。Ireaditasecondtime，anditwasagaincorrected。Afterthisitwasrevisedintheofficeandsenttothestereotyper，fromwhomitcametotheheadreaderforalastrevisionintheplates。
　　ItwouldnotdotosayhowmanyofthefirstAmericanwritersowedtheircorrectnessinprinttothezealofourproof—reading，butImaysaythattherewereveryfewwhodidnotowesomething。Thewisestandablestwerethemostpatientandgrateful，likeMrs。Stowe，undercorrection；
　　itwasonlythebeginnersandthemoreignorantwhowereangry；andalmostalwaystheproof—readingeditorhadhiswayondisputedpoints。
　　Ilookbacknow，withrespectfulamazementatmyproficiencyindetectingtheerrorsofthegreataswellasthelittle。IwasabletodiscovermistakesevenintheclassicalquotationsofthedeeplyletteredSumner，andIremember，intheearliestyearsofmyserviceontheAtlantic，waitinginthisstatesman’sstudyamidsttheprintsandengravingsthatattestedhispersonalresemblancetoEdmundBurke，withhisproofsinmyhandandmyheartinmymouth，tosubmitmydoubtsofhisLatinity。I
　　forgethowhereceivedthem；buthewasnotaverygraciousperson。
　　Mrs。Stowewasagraciousperson，andcarriedintoagetheinalienablecharmofawomanwhomusthavebeenvery，charmingearlier。ImetheronlyattheFieldses’inBoston，whereonenightIwitnessedacontroversybetweenherandDoctorHolmesconcerninghomoeopathyandallopathywhichlastedwellthroughdinner。Afterthislapseoftime，Icannottellhowtheaffairended，butIfeelsureofthelikingwithwhichMrs。Stoweinspiredme。There，wassomethingverysimple，verymotherlyinher，andsomethingdivinelysincere。Shewasquitethepersontotake’augrandserieux’themonstrousimaginationsofLadyByron’sjealousyandtofeelitonherconsciencetomakepublicreportofthemwhensheconceivedthatthetimehadcometodoso。
　　InFrancisParkmanIknewmuchlaterthaninsomeothersadifferentiationoftheNewEnglandtypewhichwasnotlesscharacteristic。He，likesomanyotherBostonmenofletters，wasofpatricianfamily，andofthoseeasyfortuneswhichClioprefershersonstobeof；buthepaidfortheseadvantagesbythesufferinginwhichhewroughtatwhatis，Isuppose，ourgreatesthistory。Hewroughtatitpiecemeal，andsometimesonlybymoments，whentheterribleheadacheswhichtormentedhim，andthedisorderoftheheartwhichthreatenedhislife，allowedhimabriefrespiteforthetaskwhichwasdeartohim。
　　Hemusthavebeenmorethanaquarterofacenturyincompletingit，andinthistime，asheoncetoldme，ithadgivenhimaday—laborer’swages；
　　butofcoursemoneywastheleastreturnhewishedfromit。Ireadtheregularlysuccessivevolumesof’TheJesuitsinNorthAmerica，TheOldRegimeinCanada’，the’WolfeandMontcalm’，andtheothersthatwenttomakeupthewholehistorywithasufficientlynoisyenthusiasm，andouracquaintancebeganbyhisexpressinghisgratificationwiththepraisesofthemthatIhadputinprint。Weenteredintorelationsascontributorandeditor，andIknowthathewaspleasedwithmyeagernesstogetasmanydetachablechaptersfromthebookinhandashecouldgivemeforthemagazine，buthewasoftoofineapolitenesstomakethistheoccasionofhisfirstcomingtoseeme。HehadwalkedouttoCambridge，whereIthenlived，inpursuanceofaregimenwhich，Ibelieve，finallybuiltuphishealth；thatitwasunsparing，IcantestifyfrommyownshareinoneofhisconstitutionalsinBoston，manyyearslater。
　　Hisexperienceinlayingthegroundworkforhishistory，andhisresearchesinmakingitthorough，weresuchastohaveliberatedhimtotheknowledgeofothermannersandideals，butheremainedstrictlyaBostonian，andasimmutablyoftheBostonsocialandliteraryfaithasanyIknewinthatcapitalofaccomplishedfacts。HehadlivedlikeanIndianamongthewildWesterntribes；heconsortedwiththeCanadianarchaeologistsintheirmousingsamongthecolonialarchivesoftheirfallenstate；everyyearhewenttoQuebecorParistostudythehistoryofNewFranceintheoriginaldocuments；Europeansocietywasopentohimeverywhere；buthehadthoselimitationswhichInearlyalwaysfoundintheBostonmen，Irememberhistalkingtomeof’TheRiseofSilasLapham’，inasomewhattroubledanduncertainstrain，andinterpretinghisriseastheachievementofsocialrecognition，withoutmuchoratalllikingitormeforit。IdidnotthinkitmyparttopointoutthatI
　　hadsupposedtherisetobeamoralone；andlaterIfellunderhiscondemnationforcertainhighcrimesandmisdemeanorsIhadbeenguiltyofagainstawell—knownidealinfiction。Theseinfactconstitutedlese—majestyofromanticism，whichseemedtobedisproportionatelydeartoamanwhowasinhisownwaytryingtotellthetruthofhumannatureasIwasinmine。Hisdispleasurespassed，however，andmylastmeetingwithourgreatesthistorian，asIthinkhim，wasofunalloyedfriendliness。HecametomeduringmyfinalyearinBostonfornothingapparentlybuttotellmeofhislikingforabookofminedescribingboy—lifeinSouthernOhioahalf—centuryago。Hewishedtotalkaboutmanypointsofthis，whichhefoundthesameashisownboylifeintheneighborhoodofBoston；andwecouldagreethatthelifeoftheAnglo—
　　Saxonboywasprettymuchthesameeverywhere。Hehadhelpedhimselfintomyapartmentwithacrutch，butIdonotrememberhowhehadfallenlame。Itwastheendofhislongwalks，Ibelieve，andnotlongafterwardsIhadthegrieftoreadofhisdeath。Inoticedthatperhapsthroughhisenforcedquiet，hehadputonweight；hisfinefacewasfull；
　　whereaswhenIfirstknewhimhewasalmostdelicatelythinoffigureandfeature。Hewasalwaysofadistinguishedpresence，andhisfacehadagreatdistinction。
　　IthadnottheappealingcharmIfoundinthefaceofJamesParton，anotherhistorianIknewearlierinmyBostondays。Icannotsayhowmuchhisbooks，oncesoworthilypopular，arenowknownbutIhaveanabidingsenseoftheirexcellence。Ihavenotreadthe’LifeofVoltaire’，whichwasthelast，butalltherest，fromthefirst，Ihaveread，andiftherearebetterAmericanbiographiesthanthoseofFranklinorofJefferson，Icouldnotsaywheretofindthem。TheGreeleyandtheBurrwereyoungerbooks，andsowastheJackson，andtheywerenotnearlysogood；buttoalltheauthorhadimpartedthevaluablehumanityinwhichheabounded。Hewasneverofthefineworldofliterature，theworldthatsniffsandsneers，andabashesthesimpler—heartedreader。
　　Buthewasatrueartist，andEnglishbornashewas，hedivinedAmericancharacterasfewAmericanshavedone。Hewasamanofeminentcourage，andinthedayswhentobeanagnosticwastobealmostanoutcast，hehadthehearttosayoftheMysteries，thathedidnotknow。Heoutlivedthecondemnationthatthisbrought，andIthinkthatnomanevercamenearhimwithoutinsomemeasurelovinghim。Tomehewasofamostwinningpersonality，whichhisstrong，gentlefaceexpressed，andacastintheeyewhichhecouldnotbringtobeardirectlyuponhisvis—a—vis，endeared。Inevermethimwithoutwishingmoreofhiscompany，forheseldomfailedtosaysomethingtowhateverwasmosthumaneandmostmoderninme。OurlastmeetingwasatNewburyport，whitherhehadlongbeforeremovedfromNewYork，andwhereinthesereneatmosphereoftheancientPuritantownhefoundleisureandinspirationforhiswork。
　　Hewasnotthenengageduponanyconsiderabletask，andhehadagedandbrokensomewhat。Buttheoldgeniality，theoldwarmthglowedinhim，andmadeasummeramidstthestormofsnowthatblindedthewintryairwithout。Anewlighthadthenlatelycomeintomylife，bywhichIsawallthingsthatdidnotsomehowtellforhumanbrotherhooddwarfishandugly，andhelistened，asIimagined，towhatIhadtosaywiththetolerantsympathyofamanwhohasbeenalongtimethinkingthosethings，andviewswithacertainamusementthezealofthefreshdiscoverer。
　　TherewasyetanotherhistorianinBoston，whoseacquaintanceImadelaterthaneitherParkman’sorParton’s，andwhoseveryrecentdeathleavesmewiththegriefofafriend。Noonesindeed，couldmeetJohnCodmanRopeswithoutwishingtobehisfriend，orwithoutfindingafriendinhim。Hehadhislikesandhisdislikes，buthecouldhavehadnoenmitiesexceptforevilandmeanness。Ineverknewamanofhighersoul，ofsweeternature，andhiswholelifewasamonumentofcharacter。
　　Itcannotwoundhimnowtospeakofthecrueldeformitywhichcameuponhiminhisboyhood，andhauntedallhisafterdayswithsuffering。Hisgentlefaceshowedthepainwhichisalwaysthepartofthehunchback，butnothingelseinhimconfessedasenseofhisaffliction，andtheresoluteactivityofhisminddenieditineveryway。Hewas，asiswellknown，averyablelawyer，infullpractice，whilehewasmakinghisstudiesofmilitaryhistory，andwinningrecognitionforalmostuniqueinsightandthoroughnessinthatdirection，thoughIbelievethatwhenhecametoembodytheresultsinthoseextraordinaryvolumesrecordingthebattlesofourcivilwar，heretiredfromthelawinsomemeasure。Heknewthesebattlesmoreaccuratelythanthegeneralswhofoughtthem，andhewasofalikeproficiencyintheEuropeanwarsfromthetimeofNapoleondowntoourowntime。Ihaveheardastory，whichIcannotvouchfor，thatwhenforeknowledgeofhisafliiction，attheoutbreakofourcivilwar，forbadehimtobeasoldier，hebecameastudentofsoldiership，andwreakedinthatsortthepassionofhismostgallantspirit。Butwhetherthiswastrueornot，itiscertainthathepursuedthestudywithadevotionwhichneverblindedhimtotheatrocityofwar。
　　Somewarshecouldexcuseandevenjustify，butforanywarthatseemedwantonoraggressive，hehadonlyabhorrence。
　　ThelastsummerofascorethatIhadknownhim，wesatontheverandaofhiscottageatYorkHarbor，andlookedoutoverthemoonlitsea，andhetalkedofthehighandtruethings，withtheinextinguishablezestfortheinquirywhichIalwaysfoundinhim，thoughhewasthenfeelingtheapproachesofthemaladywhichwassosoontoendallgropingintheseshadowsforhim。Hemusthavefacedthefactwiththesamecourageandthesametrustwithwhichhefacedallfacts。FromthefirstIfoundhimadeeplyreligiousman，notonlyintheecclesiasticalsense，butinthemoremysticalmeaningsoftheword，andhekepthisfaithashekepthisyouthtothelast。Everyonewhoknewhim，knowshowyounghewasinheart，andhowhelikedtohavethosethatwereyounginyearsabouthim。
　　HewishedtohavehishouseinBoston，aswellashiscottageatYork，fullofyoungmenandyounggirls，whosejoyoflifehemadehisown，andwhosesocietyhepreferredtohiscontemporaries’。Onecouldnotblamehimforthat，orforseekingthesun，whereverhecould，butitwouldbeafalsenotionofhimtosupposethathissympathiesweresolelyorchieflywiththehappy。Ineverysort，asIknewhim，hewasfineandgood。Thewordisnotworthyofhim，aftersomeofitsusesandassociations，butifitwereunsmutchedbythese，andwhitenedtoitsprimitivesignificance，IshouldsayhewasoneofthemostperfectgentlemenIeverknew。