first visit to new england-第3章
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I liked him。 He had a fervent devotion to his art; and he was always
going to do the greatest things in it; with an expectation of effect that
never failed him。 The things he actually did were none of them mean;
or wanting in quality; and some of them are of a lasting charm that any
one may feel who will turn to his poems; but no doubt many of them fell
short of his hopes of them with the reader。 It was fine to meet him when
he was full of a new scheme; he talked of it with a single…hearted joy;
and tried to make you see it of the same colors and proportions it wore
to his eyes。 He spared no toil to make it the perfect thing he dreamed
it; and he was not discouraged by any disappointment he suffered with the
critic or the public。
He was a tireless worker; and at last his health failed under his labors
at the newspaper desk; beneath the midnight gas; when he should long have
rested from such labors。 I believe he was obliged to do them through one
of those business fortuities which deform and embitter all our lives;
but he was not the man to spare himself in any case。 He was always
attempting new things; and he never ceased endeavoring to make his
scholarship reparation for the want of earlier opportunity and training。
I remember that I met him once in a Cambridge street with a book in his
hand which he let me take in mine。 It was a Greek author; and he said he
was just beginning to read the language at fifty: a patriarchal age to me
of the early thirties!
I suppose I intimated the surprise I felt at his taking it up so late in
the day; for he said; with charming seriousness; 〃Oh; but you know;
I expect to use it in the other world。〃 Yea; that made it worth while;
I consented; but was he sure of the other world? 〃As sure as I am of
this;〃 he said; and I have always kept the impression of the young faith
which spoke in his voice and was more than his words。
I saw him last in the hour of those tremendous adieux which were paid him
in New York before he sailed to be minister in Germany。 It was one of
the most graceful things done by President Hayes; who; most of all our
Presidents after Lincoln; honored himself in honoring literature by his
appointments; to give that place to Bayard Taylor。 There was no one more
fit for it; and it was peculiarly fit that he should be so distinguished
to a people who knew and valued his scholarship and the service he had
done German letters。 He was as happy in it; apparently; as a man could
be in anything here below; and he enjoyed to the last drop the many cups
of kindness pressed to his lips in parting; though I believe these
farewells; at a time when he was already fagged with work and excitement;
were notably harmful to him; and helped to hasten his end。 Some of us
who were near of friendship went down to see him off when he sailed; as
the dismal and futile wont of friends is; and I recall the kind; great
fellow standing in the cabin; amid those sad flowers that heaped the
tables; saying good…by to one after another; and smiling fondly; smiling
wearily; upon all。 There was champagne; of course; and an odious
hilarity; without meaning and without remission; till the warning bell
chased us ashore; and our brave poet escaped with what was left of his
life。
IV
I have followed him far from the moment of our first meeting; but even on
my way to venerate those New England luminaries; which chiefly drew my
eyes; I could not pay a less devoir to an author who; if Curtis was not;
was chief of the New York group of authors in that day。 I distinguished
between the New…Englanders and the New…Yorkers; and I suppose there is no
question but our literary centre was then in Boston; wherever it is; or
is not; at present。 But I thought Taylor then; and I think him now; one
of the first in our whole American province of the republic of letters;
in a day when it was in a recognizably flourishing state; whether we
regard quantity or quality in the names that gave it lustre。 Lowell was
then in perfect command of those varied forces which will long; if not
lastingly; keep him in memory as first among our literary men; and master
in more kinds than any other American。 Longfellow was in the fulness of
his world…wide fame; and in the ripeness of the beautiful genius which
was not to know decay while life endured。 Emerson had emerged from the
popular darkness which had so long held him a hopeless mystic; and was
shining a lambent star of poesy and prophecy at the zenith。 Hawthorne;
the exquisite artist; the unrivalled dreamer; whom we still always liken
this one and that one to; whenever this one or that one promises greatly
to please us; and still leave without a rival; without a companion; had
lately returned from his long sojourn abroad; and had given us the last
of the incomparable romances which the world was to have perfect from his
hand。 Doctor Holmes had surpassed all expectations in those who most
admired his brilliant humor and charming poetry by the invention of a new
attitude if not a new sort in literature。 The turn that civic affairs
had taken was favorable to the widest recognition of Whittier's splendid
lyrical gift; and that heart of fire; doubly snow…bound by Quaker
tradition and Puritan environment; was penetrating every generous breast
with its flamy impulses; and fusing all wills in its noble purpose。 Mrs。
Stowe; who far outfamed the rest as the author of the most renowned novel
ever written; was proving it no accident or miracle by the fiction she
was still writing。
This great New England group might be enlarged perhaps without loss of
quality by the inclusion of Thoreau; who came somewhat before his time;
and whose drastic criticism of our expediential and mainly futile
civilization would find more intelligent acceptance now than it did then;
when all resentment of its defects was specialized in enmity to Southern
slavery。 Doctor Edward Everett Hale belonged in this group too; by
virtue of that humor; the most inventive and the most fantastic; the
sanest; the sweetest; the truest; which had begun to find expression in
the Atlantic Monthly; and there a wonderful young girl had written a
series of vivid sketches and taken the heart of youth everywhere with
amaze and joy; so that I thought it would be no less an event to meet
Harriet Prescott than to meet any of those I have named。
I expected somehow to meet them all; and I imagined them all easily
accessible in the office of the Atlantic Monthly; which had lately
adventured in the fine air of high literature where so many other
periodicals had gasped and died before it。 The best of these; hitherto;
and better even than the Atlantic for some reasons; the lamented Putnam's
Magazine; had perished of inanition at New York; and the claim of the
commercial capital to the literary primacy had passed with that brilliant
venture。 New York had nothing distinctive to show for American
literature but the decrepit and doting Knickerbocker Magazine。 Harper's
New Monthly; though Curtis had already come to it from the wreck of
Putnam's; and it had long ceased to be eclectic in material; and had
begun to stand for native work in the allied arts which it has since so
magnificently advanced; was not distinctively literary; and the Weekly
had just begun to make itself known。 The Century; Scribner's; the
Cosmopolitan; McClure's; and I know not what others; were still
unimagined by five; and ten; and twenty years; and the Galaxy was to
flash and fade before any of them should kindle its more effectual fires。
The Nation; which was destined to chastise rather than nurture our young
literature; had still six years of dreamless potentiality before it; and
the Nation was always more Bostonian than New…Yorkish by nature; whatever
it was by nativity。
Philadelphia had long counted for nothing in the literary field。
Graham's Magazine at one time showed a certain critical force; but it
seemed to perish of this expression of vitality; and there remained
Godey's Lady's Book and Peterson's Magazine; publications really
incredible in their insipidity。 In the South there was nothing but a
mistaken social ideal; with the moral pri