studies of lowell-第5章
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somewhat long; it was darker than his beard; which was branching and
full; and more straw…colored than auburn; as were his thick eyebrows;
neither hair nor beard was then touched with gray; as I now remember。
When he uncovered; his straight; wide; white forehead showed itself one
of the most beautiful that could be; his eyes were gay with humor; and
alert with all intelligence。 He had an enchanting smile; a laugh that
was full of friendly joyousness; and a voice that was exquisite music。
Everything about him expressed his strenuous physical condition: he would
not wear an overcoat in the coldest Cambridge weather; at all times he
moved vigorously; and walked with a quick step; lifting his feet well
from the ground。
VII。
It gives me a pleasure which I am afraid I cannot impart; to linger in
this effort to materialize his presence from the fading memories of the
past。 I am afraid I can as little impart a due sense of what he
spiritually was to my knowledge。 It avails nothing for me to say that
I think no man of my years and desert had ever so true and constant a
friend。 He was both younger and older than I by insomuch as he was a
poet through and through; and had been out of college before I was born。
But he had already come to the age of self…distrust when a man likes to
take counsel with his juniors as with his elders; and fancies he can
correct his perspective by the test of their fresher vision。 Besides;
Lowell was most simply and pathetically reluctant to part with youth;
and was willing to cling to it wherever he found it。 He could not in any
wise bear to be left…out。 When Mr。 Bret Harte came to Cambridge; and the
talk was all of the brilliant character…poems with which he had then
first dazzled the world; Lowell casually said; with a most touching;
however ungrounded sense of obsolescence; He could remember when the
'Biglow Papers' were all the talk。 I need not declare that there was
nothing ungenerous in that。 He was only too ready to hand down his
laurels to a younger man; but he wished to do it himself。 Through the
modesty that is always a quality of such a nature; he was magnanimously
sensitive to the appearance of fading interest; he could not take it
otherwise than as a proof of his fading power。 I had a curious hint of
this when one year in making up the prospectus of the Magazine for the
next; I omitted his name because I had nothing special to promise from
him; and because I was half ashamed to be always flourishing it in the
eyes of the public。 〃I see that you have dropped me this year;〃 he
wrote; and I could see that it had hurt; and I knew that he was glad to
believe the truth when I told him。
He did not care so much for popularity as for the praise of his friends。
If he liked you he wished you not only to like what he wrote; but to say
so。 He was himself most cordial in his recognition of the things that
pleased him。 What happened to me from him; happened to others; and I am
only describing his common habit when I say that nothing I did to his
liking failed to bring me a spoken or oftener a written acknowledgment。
This continued to the latest years of his life when the effort even to
give such pleasure must have cost him a physical pang。
He was of a very catholic taste; and he was apt to be carried away by a
little touch of life or humor; and to overvalue the piece in which he
found it; but; mainly his judgments of letters and men were just。
One of the dangers of scholarship was a peculiar danger in the Cambridge
keeping; but Lowell was almost as averse as Longfellow from contempt。
He could snub; and pitilessly; where he thought there was presumption and
apparently sometimes merely because he was in the mood; but I cannot
remember ever to have heard him sneer。 He was often wonderfully patient
of tiresome people; and sometimes celestially insensible to vulgarity。
In spite of his reserve; he really wished people to like him; he was
keenly alive to neighborly good…will or ill…will; and when there was a
question of widening Elmwood avenue by taking part of his grounds; he was
keenly hurt by hearing that some one who lived near him had said he hoped
the city would cut down Lowell's elms: his English elms; which his father
had planted; and with which he was himself almost one blood!
VIII。
In the period of which I am speaking; Lowell was constantly writing and
pretty constantly printing; though still the superstition held that he
was an idle man。 To this time belongs the publication of some of his
finest poems; if not their inception: there were cases in which their
inception dated far back; even to ten or twenty years。 He wrote his
poems at a heat; and the manuscript which came to me for the magazine was
usually the first draft; very little corrected。 But if the cold fit took
him quickly it might hold him so fast that he would leave the poem in
abeyance till he could slowly live back to a liking for it。
The most of his best prose belongs to the time between 1866 and 1874; and
to this time we owe the several volumes of essays and criticisms called
'Among My Books' and 'My Study Windows'。 He wished to name these more
soberly; but at the urgence of his publishers he gave them titles which
they thought would be attractive to the public; though he felt that they
took from the dignity of his work。 He was not a good business man in a
literary way; he submitted to others' judgment in all such matters。
I doubt if he ever put a price upon anything he sold; and I dare say he
was usually surprised at the largeness of the price paid him; but
sometimes if his need was for a larger sum; he thought it too little;
without reference to former payments。 This happened with a long poem in
the Atlantic; which I had urged the counting…room authorities to deal
handsomely with him for。 I did not know how many hundred they gave him;
and when I met him I ventured to express the hope that the publishers had
done their part。 He held up four fingers; 〃Quattro;〃 he said in Italian;
and then added with a disappointment which he tried to smile away;
〃I thought they might have made it cinque。〃
Between me and me I thought quattro very well; but probably Lowell had in
mind some end which cinque would have fitted better。 It was pretty sure
to be an unselfish end; a pleasure to some one dear to him; a gift that
he had wished to make。 Long afterwards when I had been the means of
getting him cinque for a poem one…tenth the length; he spoke of the
payment to me。 〃It came very handily; I had been wanting to give a
watch。〃
I do not believe at any time Lowell was able to deal with money
〃Like wealthy men; not knowing what they give。〃
more probably he felt a sacredness in the money got by literature; which
the literary man never quite rids him self of; even when he is not a
poet; and which made him wish to dedicate it to something finer than the
every day uses。 He lived very quietly; but he had by no means more than
he needed to live upon; and at that time he had pecuniary losses。 He was
writing hard; and was doing full work in his Harvard professorship; and
he was so far dependent upon his salary; that he felt its absence for the
year he went abroad。 I do not know quite how to express my sense of
something unworldly; of something almost womanlike in his relation to
money。
He was not only generous of money; but he was generous of himself; when
he thought he could be of use; or merely of encouragement。 He came all
the way into Boston to hear certain lectures of mine on the Italian
poets; which he could not have found either edifying or amusing; that he
might testify his interest in me; and show other people that they were
worth coming to。 He would go carefully over a poem with me; word by
word; and criticise every turn of phrase; and after all be magnanimously
tolerant of my sticking to phrasings that he disliked。 In a certain line
〃The silvern chords of the piano trembled;〃
he objected to silvern。 Why not silver? I alleged leathern; golden; and
like adjectives in defence of my word; but still he found an affectation
in it; and suffered it to stand with extr