n and Miss Hutchinson, is a proof that there is a certain consensus of opinion on this subject.
Had they left out Austin's Peter Rugg, or Hale's A Man Without a Country, there would have been a general feeling of discontent.
It would have been curious to see if, had these editors been forced by public opinion to put in something of their own, they would have inserted what others would regard as their high-water mark.
I should have predicted that it would be so; and that this would be, in Stedman's case, the stanzas beginning—
Thou art mine; thou hast given thy word, and closing with that unsurpassed poetic symbol of hopeless remoteness— As the pearl in the depths of the sea From the portionless king who would wear it. In the case of Miss Hutchinson, her exquisite little poem of The Moth-Song will be equally unmistakable.
When Harriet Prescott Spofford's first youthful story, Sir Rohan's Ghost, originally appeared, Lowell selected from it with strong admiration, in the Atlanti