extraordinary skill and success until 1885, when he was relieved.
His last years were spent in Elmwood
, the Cambridge house
where he was born, and he was still writing, in almost as rich a vein as ever, when the end came in 1891.
Here was certainly a full and varied life, responsive to many personal moods and many tides of public feeling.
drew intellectual stimulus from enormously wide reading in classical and modern literatures.
Puritanically earnest by inheritance, he seems also to have inherited a strain of levity which he could not always control, and, through his mother's family, a dash of mysticism sometimes resembling second sight.
His physical and mental powers were not always in the happiest mutual adjustment: he became easily the prey of moods and fancies, and knew the alternations from wild gaiety of spirits to black despair.
The firm moral consistency of Puritanism was always his, yet his playful remark about belonging in a hospital for incurable children had a measure of truth in it also.
Both his poetry and his prose reveal a nature never quite integrated into wholeness of structure, into harmony with itself.
His writing, at its best, is noble and delightful, full of human charm,