was a listener,—the former having natural history, and the latter John Milton
, for his subject; the readings of Mrs. Kemble
, in whose troubled career he was still interested; the controversy of his friend Macready
, in which his sympathy and counsels were freely given to the former; the fortunes of Dr. Lieber
, whose appointment as professor at Harvard College he urged on President Everett
; the depressed circumstances of his old teacher, Mr. Sales
, whom he aided by raising a subscription to the amount of $1200; the municipal election in Boston
in 1847, when he spoke at Tremont Temple, in favor of the election of Josiah Quincy, Jr.
, as Mayor
the reform of the law, particularly in the abolition of the distinction between law and equity, a subject on which he was in correspondence with David Dudley Field.
He wrote to Longfellow
, November, 1847:—
This morning comes your poem.2 I was reading it at my desk, putting aside grave calls, when your herald entered, and I write now while he “stands and waits.”
It is an exquisite poem; it must be immortal.
There is a balm in it, soothing to the soul.
The spirit is equal to the melody.
To Mrs. Bancroft
, December 15:—
I was happy to hear from you by that pleasant note under your own hand.
From time to, time, as I heard of your success, I have been tempted to say, “I told you so,” for I prophesied all that has occurred.
To you who had so long known by conversation and books the men of England it must be most interesting to see them face to face, to listen to the gentle sallies of Rogers, and the marvellous flow of Macaulay.
I hear very little from any of my London friends.
Time is rolling its obscuring mists between us. This is natural.
I was reminded of you several times when at Plymouth only three days ago, to lecture.
I passed the night at Mr. Andrew Russell's, and in the evening saw your brother.
Russells and Davises seemed to fill the place.
My audience was most attentive; but my visit was very brief.
I left the Court Ho use where I was engaged, at four o'clock in the afternoon, and was addressing the judge again at half-past 9 o'clock the next morning.
To W. W. Story
, Jan. 14, 1848:—
I was glad to hear of your pleasant voyage and happy arrival at superb Genoa.
I doubt if there is any place so entirely calculated to charm and subdue a voyager fresh from the commercial newness of America. . . . The January “North American” has a remarkable article by Franklin Dexter, on the recent book by an Oxford graduate.3 I have never seen anything from