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This night at 8.50 P. M. died Ralph Waldo Emerson, i.e., all of him that could die. I think of him as a father gone — fathirst time without a crutch, using only my cane.
J. F. C.'s sermon was about Emerson, and was very interesting and delicately appreciative.
I think that he exaggerated Emerson's solid and practical effect in the promotion of modern liberalism.
The change was in the air and was to come.
It was in many minds quite independently of Mr. Emerson.
He was the foremost literary man of his day in America, philosopher, poet, reformer, all in one.
But he did not make his age, which was an age oent.
I cannot think how I can do without him.
July 22. Commemoration of Mr. Emerson at Concord Town Hall.
Several portraits of him and very effective floral deof which was interesting and some of which was irrelevant.
He insisted upon Mr. Emerson's having been an evolutionist, and unfolded a good deal of his own tableclot