ean age. He was much too honest himself to give countenance to this rumor, and if you inquired of him concerning it, he would say that he should like very well to believe it, and it was not impossible, although there were no surnames in ancient Greece before the time of Constantine; he had not found any evidence in favor of it. He was a short, thick-set man with a large head and white Medusa-like hair; but such an eye as his was never seen in an Anglo-Saxon face.
It reminded you at once of Byron's Corsair, and suggested contingencies such as find no place in quiet, law-abiding New England,--the possibility of sudden and terrible concentration.
His clothing had been long since out of fashion, and he always wore a faded cloth cap, such as no student would dare to put on. He lived like a hermit in No. 3 Holworthy, where he prepared his own meals rather than encounter strange faces at a boarding-house table.
Once he invited the president of the college to supper; and the president wen
presented to him by his friends and admirers; especially the fine set of Chateaubriand's works, in all respects worthy of a royal collection.
There is no ornament in a house that testifies to the quality of the owner like a handsome library.
Byron would seem to have been the only other poet that has enjoyed such prosperity, although Bryant, as editor of a popular newspaper, may have approached it closely; but a city house, with windows on only two sides, is not like a handsome suburban reso English rival since Spenser.
The trochaic meter in which Hiawatha is written would seem to have been his own invention;
At least I can remember no other long poem composed in it. and is a very agreeable change from the perpetual iambics of Byron and Wordsworth.
Evangeline is perhaps the most successful instance of Greek and Latin hexameter being grafted on to an English stem.
Matthew Arnold considered it too dactylic, but the lightness of its movement personifies the grace of the heroi
We may assume that is the reason why Lowell admired them; but Lowell was also too critical and polemic to be wholly a poet,--except on certain occasions.
In 1847 he published the Fable for critics, the keenest piece of poetical satire since Byron's English Bards and Scotch Reviewers, --keen and even saucy, but perfectly good-humored.
About the same time he commenced his Biglow Papers, which did not wholly cease until 1866, and were the most incisive and aggressive anti-slavery literaturerved as the ground-work of Homer's mighty epic; Virgil followed in similar lines; Dante would never have been famous but for the Guelph and Ghibeline struggle.
Shakespeare's plays are full of war and fighting; and the wars of Napoleon stimulated Byron, Schiller, and Goethe to the best efforts of their lives.
In dealing with men like Emerson, Longfellow, and Lowell, who were the intellectual leaders of their time, it is impossible to escape their influence in the antislavery movement, and its
trengthened the sense of right and justice that had been implanted in his nature.
He had not the romantic disposition of Byron; neither could he have gone from a desire to win the laurels of Miltiades, for he never indicated the least desire for ce takes to science and another to art.
It was certainly a daring adventure to enlist as a volunteer against the Turks.
Byron might expect that whatever advantage wealth and reputation can obtain for an individual he could always count upon; but what chances would young Howe have in disaster or defeat?
I never heard that Byron did much fighting, though he spent his fortune freely in the cause; and Doctor Howe, as it happened, was not called upon to fight in line of battle, though he was enwas appointed surgeon-general of the Greek navy, and finally, as a reward for all his services, he received a present of Byron's cavalry helmet,--certainly a rare trophy.
This helmet hung for many years on the hat-tree at Dr. Howe's house in Sou
been slowly coming to myself.
She has a bronze replica of Story's Beethoven which, like most of his statues, is seated in a chair, and a rather realistic work, as Miss Cushman admitted.
I judged from the conversation at table that she is not treated with full respect by the English and American society here, although looked upon as a distinguished person.
The reason for this may be more owing to the social position of her relatives than her former profession.
Mrs. Trelawney, the wife of Byron's eccentric friend, spoke of her to me a few days ago in terms of the highest esteem.
She is a great-hearted woman, and her presence would be a moral power anywhere.
There is snobbishness enough in Rome--English, American, and Italian.
Doolittle, who is the son of a highly respectable New York lawyer, went to the hunt last week, as he openly confessed, to give himself distinction.
A young lady was thrown from her horse, and he was the first person to come to her assistance.