e is no evidence that Margaret Fuller herself had ever thought of any such analogy as I find between the type thus strongly indicated and the race from which she sprung; but in my own mind it is clear and gave the key to her life.
Let us go back to her ancestry and trace this fine thread of New England vigor — which was a Roman vigor, touched by Christianity — running through it all.
Thomas Fuller, entitled Lieutenant in the probate proceedings on his will, came from England to America in 1638, and left this record of his spiritual experiences.
In thirty-eight I set my foot On this New England shore; My thoughts were then to stay one year, And here remain no more.
But, by the preaching of God's word By famous Shepard he, In what a woful state I was, I then began to see. Christ cast his garments over me, And all my sins did cover: More precious to my soul was he Than dearest friend or lover.
His pardoning mercy to my soul All thought did far surmount; The measure of his love to m
g the circle to which she belonged that it is well to have some good reason for introducing it here.
It was one of the bestprobably the best — incarnation of the ardent and wide-reaching reformatory spirit of that day. It was a day when it certainly was very pleasant to live, although it is doubtful whether living would have remained as pleasant, had one half the projects of the period become fulfilled.
The eighty-two pestilent heresies that were already reckoned up in Massachusetts before 1638, or the generation of odd names and natures which the Earl of Strafford found among the English Roundheads, could hardly surpass those of which Boston was the centre during the interval between the year 1835 and the absorbing political upheaval of 1848.
The best single picture of the period is in Emerson's lecture on New England reformers, delivered in March, 1844; but it tells only a part of the story, for one very-marked trait of the period was that the agitation reached all circles.