here。　　His　remembrance　absolutely　ceased　with　an　event；　and　yet　his
  character；　his　personality；　his　identity　fully　persisted。
  I　do　not　know；　whether　the　things　that　we　printed　for　Emerson　after　his
  memory　began　to　fail　so　utterly　were　the　work　of　earlier　years　or　not；
  but　I　know　that　they　were　of　his　best。　　There　were　certain　poems　which
  could　not　have　been　more　electly；　more　exquisitely　his；　or　fashioned　with
  a　keener　and　juster　self…criticism。　　His　vision　transcended　his　time　so
  far　that　some　who　have　tired　themselves　out　in　trying　to　catch　up　with
  him　have　now　begun　to　say　that　he　was　no　seer　at　all；　but　I　doubt　if
  these　form　the　last　court　of　appeal　in　his　case。　　In　manner；　he　was　very
  gentle；　like　all　those　great　New　England　men；　but　he　was　cold；　like　many
  of　them；　to　the　new…comer；　or　to　the　old…comer　who　came　newly。　　As　I　have
  elsewhere　recorded；　I　once　heard　him　speak　critically　of　Hawthorne；　and
  once　he　expressed　his　surprise　at　the　late　flowering　brilliancy　of
  Holmes's　gift　in　the　Autocrat　papers　after　all　his　friends　supposed　it
  had　borne　its　best　fruit。　　But　I　recall　no　mention　of　Longfellow；　or
  Lowell；　or　Whittier　from　him。　　At　a　dinner　where　the　talk　glanced　upon
  Walt　Whitman　he　turned　to　me　as　perhaps　representing　the　interest
  posterity　might　take　in　the　matter；　and　referred　to　Whitman's　public　use
  of　his　privately　written　praise　as　something　altogether　unexpected。　　He
  did　not　disown　it　or　withdraw　it；　but　seemed　to　feel　（not　indignantly）
  that　there　had　been　an　abuse　of　it。
  IX。
  The　first　time　I　saw　Whittier　was　in　Fields's　room　at　the　publishing
  office；　where　I　had　come　upon　some　editorial　errand　to　my　chief。　　He
  introduced　me　to　the　poet：　a　tall；　spare　figure　in　black　of　Quaker　cut；
  with　a　keen；　clean…shaven　face；　black　hair；　and　vivid　black　eyes。　　It　was
  just　after　his　poem；　'Snow　Bound'；　had　made　its　great　success；　in　the
  modest　fashion　of　those　days；　and　had　sold　not　two　hundred　thousand　but
  twenty　thousand；　and　I　tried　to　make　him　my　compliment。　　I　contrived　to
  say　that　I　could　not　tell　him　how　much　I　liked　it；　and　he　received　the
  inadequate　expression　of　my　feeling　with　doubtless　as　much　effusion　as　he
  would　have　met　something　more　explicit　and　abundant。　　If　he　had　judged
  fit　to　take　my　contract　off　my　hands　in　any　way；　I　think　he　would　have
  been　less　able　to　do　so　than　any　of　his　New　England　contemporaries。
  In　him；　as　I　have　suggested；　the　Quaker　calm　was　bound　by　the　frosty
  Puritanic　air；　and　he　was　doubly　cold　to　the　touch　of　the　stranger；
  though　he　would　thaw　out　to　old　friends；　and　sparkle　in　laugh　and　joke。
  I　myself　never　got　so　far　with　him　as　to　experience　this　geniality；
  though　afterwards　we　became　such　friends　as　an　old　man　and　a　young　man
  could　be　who　rarely　met。　Our　better　acquaintance　began　with　some　talk；
  at　a　second　meeting；　about　Bayard　Taylor's　'Story　of　Kennett'；　which　had
  then　lately　appeared；　and　which　he　praised　for　its　fidelity　to　Quaker
  character　in　its　less　amiable　aspects。　　No　doubt　I　had　made　much　of　my
  own　Quaker　descent　（which　I　felt　was　one　of　the　few　things　I　had　to　be
  proud　of）；　and　he　therefore　spoke　the　more　frankly　of　those　traits　of
  brutality　into　which　the　primitive　sincerity　of　the　sect　sometimes
  degenerated。　　He　thought　the　habit　of　plain…speaking　had　to　be　jealously
  guarded　to　keep　it　from　becoming　rude…speaking；　and　he　matched　with
  stories　of　his　own　some　things　I　had　heard　my　father　tell　of　Friends　in
  the　backwoods　who　were　Foes　to　good　manners。
  Whittier　was　one　of　the　most　generous　of　men　towards　the　work　of　others；
  especially　the　work　of　a　new　man；　and　if　I　did　anything　that　he　liked；
  I　could　count　upon　him　for　cordial　recognition。　　In　the　quiet　of　his
  country　home　at　Danvers　he　apparently　read　all　the　magazines；　and　kept
  himself　fully　abreast　of　the　literary　movement；　but　I　doubt　if　he　so
  fully　appreciated　the　importance　of　the　social　movement。　　Like　some
  others　of　the　great　anti…slavery　men；　he　seemed　to　imagine　that　mankind
  had　won　itself　a　clear　field　by　destroying　chattel　slavery；　and　he　had。
  no　sympathy　with　those　who　think　that　the　man　who　may　any　moment　be　out
  of　work　is　industrially　a　slave。　　This　is　not　strange；　so　few　men　last
  over　from　one　reform　to　another　that　the　wonder　is　that　any　should；　not
  that　one　should　not。　　Whittier　was　prophet　for　one　great　need　of　the
  divine　to　man；　and　he　spoke　his　message　with　a　fervor　that　at　times　was
  like　the　trembling　of　a　flame；　or　the　quivering　of　midsummer　sunshine。
  It　was　hard　to　associate　with　the　man　as　one　saw　him；　still；　shy；　stiff；
  the　passion　of　his　verse。　　This　imbued　not　only　his　antislavery
  utterances；　but　equally　his　ballads　of　the　old　witch　and　Quaker
  persecution；　and　flashed　a　far　light　into　the　dimness　where　his
  interrogations　of　Mystery　pierced。　　Whatever　doubt　there　can　be　of　the
  fate　of　other　New　England　poets　in　the　great　and　final　account；　it　seems
  to　me　that　certain　of　these　pieces　make　his　place　secure。
  There　is　great　inequality　in　his　work；　and　I　felt　this　so　strongly　that
  when　I　came　to　have　full　charge　of　the　Magazine；　I　ventured　once　to
  distinguish。　　He　sent　me　a　poem；　and　I　had　the　temerity　to　return　it；　and
  beg　him　for　something　else。　　He　magnanimously　refrained　from　all　show　of
  offence；　and　after　a　while；　when　he　had　printed　the　poem　elsewhere；
  he　gave　me　another。　　By　this　time；　I　perceived　that　I　had　been　wrong；
  not　as　to　the　poem　returned；　but　as　to　my　function　regarding　him　and　such
  as　he。　　I　had　made　my　reflections；　and　never　again　did　I　venture　to　pass
  upon　what　contributors　of　his　quality　sent　me。　　I　took　it　and　printed　it；
  and　praised　the　gods；　；and　even　now　I　think　that　with　such　men　it　was　not
  my　duty　to　play　the　censor　in　the　periodical　which　they　had　made　what　it
  was。　　They　had　set　it　in　authority　over　American　literature；　and　it　was
  not　for　me　to　put　myself　in　authority　over　them。　　Their　fame　was　in　their
  own　keeping；　and　it　was　not　my　part　to　guard　it　against　them。
  After　that　experience　I　not　only　practised　an　eager　acquiescence　in　their
  wish　to　reach　the　public　through　the　Atlantic；　but　I　used　all　the
  delicacy　I　was　master　of　in　bowing　the　way　to　them。　　Sometimes　my　utmost
  did　not　avail；　or　more　strictly　speaking　it　did　not　avail　in　one　instance
  with　Emerson。　　He　had　given　me　upon　much　entreaty　a　poem　which　was　one　of
  his　greatest　and　best；　but　the　proof…reader　found　a　nominative　at　odds
  with　its　verb。　　We　had　some　trouble　in　reconciling　them；　and　some　other
  delays；　and　meanwhile　Doctor　Holmes　offered　me　a　poem　for　the　same
  number。　　I　now　doubted　whether　I　should　get　Emerson's　poem　back　in　time
  for　it；　but　unluckily　the　proof　did　come　back　in　time；　and　then　I　had　to
  choose　between　my　poets；　or　acquaint　them　with　the　state　of　the　case；　and
  let　them　choose　what　I　should　do。　　I　really　felt　that　Doctor　Holmes　had
  the　right　to　precedence；　since　Emerson　had　withheld　his　proof　so　long
  that　I　could　not　count　upon　it；　but　I　wrote　to　Emerson；　and　asked　（as
  nearly　as　I　can　remember）　whether　he　would　consent　to　let　me　put　his　poem
  over　to　the　next　number；　or　would　prefer　to　have　it　appear　in　the　same
  number　with　Doctor　Holmes's；　the　subjects　were　cognate；　and　I　had　my
  misgivings。　　He　wrote　me　back　to　〃return　the　proofs　and　break　up　the
  forms。〃　　I　could　not　go　to　this　iconoclastic　extreme　with　the
  electrotypes　of　the　magazine；　but　I　could　return　the　proofs。　　I　did　so；
  feeling　that　I　had　done　my　possible；　and　silently　grieving　that　there
  could　be　such　ire　in　heavenly　minds。
  X。
  Emerson；　as　I　say；　I　had　once　met　in　Cambridge；　but　Whittier　never；
  and　I　have　a　feeling　that　poet　as　Cambridge　felt　him　to　be；　she　had　her
  reservations　concerning　him。　　I　cannot　put　these　into　words　which　would
  not　oversay　them；　but　they　were　akin　to　those　she　might　have　refined　upon
  in　regard　to　Mrs。　Stowe。　　Neither　of　these　great　writers　would　have
  appeared　to　Cambridge　of　the　last　literary　quality；　their　fame　was　with　a
  world　too　vast　to　be　the　；test　that　her　own
  〃One　entire　and　perfect　crysolite〃
  would　have　formed。　　Whittier　in　fact　had　not　arrived　at　the　clear
  splendor　of　his　later　work　without　some　earlier　turbidity；　he　was　still
  from　time　to　time　capable　of　a　false　rhyme；　like　morn　and　dawn。　　As　for
  the　author　of　'Uncle　Tom's　Cabin'　her　syntax　was　such　a　snare　to　her　that
  it　sometimes　needed　the　combined　skill　of　all　the　proof…readers　and　the
  assistant　editor　to　extricate　her。　　Of　course；　nothing　was　ever　written
  into　her　work；　but　in　changes　of　diction；　in　correction　of　solecisms；　in
  transposition　of　phrases；　the　text　was　largely　rewritten　on　the　margin　of
  her　proofs。　　The　soul　of　her　art　was　present；　but　the　form　was　so　often
  absent；　that　when　it　was　clothed　on　anew；　it　would　have　been　hard　to　say
  whose　cut　the　garment　was　of　in　many　places。　　In　fact；　the　proof…reading
  of　the　'Atlantic　Monthly'　was　something　almost　fearfully　scrupulous　and
  perfect。　　The　proofs　were　first　read　by　the　under　proof…reader　in　the
  printing…office；　then　the　head　reader　passed　them　to　me　perfectly　clean
  as　to　typography；　with　his　own　abundant　and　most　intelligent　comments　on
  the　literature；　and　then　I　read　them；　making　what　changes　I　chose；　and
  verifying　every　quo