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　principles　all　standing　on　their
  heads　in　defence　of　slavery；　and　in　the　West　there　was　a　feeble　and
  foolish　notion　that　Western　talent　was　repressed　by　Eastern　jealousy。
  At　Boston　chiefly；　if　not　at　Boston　alone；　was　there　a　vigorous
  intellectual　life　among　such　authors　as　I　have　named。　　Every　young　writer
  was　ambitious　to　join　his　name　with　theirs　in　the　Atlantic　Monthly；　and
  in　the　lists　of　Ticknor　&　Fields；　who　were　literary　publishers　in　a　sense
  such　as　the　business　world　has　known　nowhere　else　before　or　since。　　Their
  imprint　was　a　warrant　of　quality　to　the　reader　and　of　immortality　to　the
  author；　so　that　if　I　could　have　had　a　book　issued　by　them　at　that　day　I
  should　now　be　in　the　full　enjoyment　of　an　undying　fame。
  V。
  Such　was　the　literary　situation　as　the　passionate　pilgrim　from　the　West
  approached　his　holy　land　at　Boston；　by　way　of　the　Grand　Trunk　Railway
  from　Quebec　to　Portland。　　I　have　no　recollection　of　a　sleeping…car；　and　I
  suppose　I　waked　and　watched　during　the　whole　of　that　long；　rough　journey；
  but　I　should　hardly　have　slept　if　there　had　been　a　car　for　the　purpose。
  I　was　too　eager　to　see　what　New　England　was　like；　and　too　anxious　not　to
  lose　the　least　glimpse　of　it；　to　close　my　eyes　after　I　crossed　the　border
  at　Island　Pond。　　I　found　that　in　the　elm…dotted　levels　of　Maine　it　was
  very　like　the　Western　Reserve　in　northern　Ohio；　which　is；　indeed；　a
  portion　of　New　England　transferred　with　all　its　characteristic　features；
  and　flattened　out　along　the　lake　shore。　　It　was　not　till　I　began　to　run
  southward　into　the　older　regions　of　the　country　that　it　lost　this　look；
  and　became　gratefully　strange　to　me。　　It　never　had　the　effect　of　hoary
  antiquity　which　I　had　expected　of　a　country　settled　more　than　two
  centuries；　with　its　wood…built　farms　and　villages　it　looked　newer　than
  the　coal…smoked　brick　of　southern　Ohio。　　I　had　prefigured　the　New　England
  landscape　bare　of　forests；　relieved　here　and　there　with　the　tees　of
  orchards　or　plantations；　but　I　found　apparently　as　much　woodland　as　at
  home。
  At　Portland　I　first　saw　the　ocean；　and　this　was　a　sort　of　disappointment。
  Tides　and　salt　water　I　had　already　had　at　Quebec；　so　that　I　was　no　longer
  on　the　alert　for　them；　but　the　color　and　the　vastness　of　the　sea　I　was
  still　to　try　upon　my　vision。　　When　I　stood　on　the　Promenade　at　Portland
  with　the　kind　young　Unitarian　minister　whom　I　had　brought　a　letter　to；
  and　who　led　me　there　for　a　most　impressive　first　view　of　the　ocean；　I
  could　not　make　more　of　it　than　there　was　of　Lake　Erie；　and　I　have　never
  thought　the　color　of　the　sea　comparable　to　the　tender　blue　of　the　lake。
  I　did　not　hint　my　disappointment　to　my　friend；　I　had　too　much　regard　for
  the　feelings　of　an　Eastern　man　to　decry　his　ocean　to　his　face；　and　I　felt
  besides　that　it　would　be　vulgar　and　provincial　to　make　comparisons。　　I　am
  glad　now　that　I　held　my　tongue；　for　that　kind　soul　is　no　longer　in　this
  world；　and　I　should　not　like　to　think　he　knew　how　far　short　of　my
  expectations　the