the difficulty which we all feel in describing our past intercourse and friendship with Margaret Fuller
, is, that the intercourse was so intimate, and the friendship so personal, that it is like making a confession to the public of our most interior selves.
For this noble person, by her keen insight and her generous interest, entered into the depth of every soul with which she stood in any real relation.
To print one of her letters, is like giving an extract from our own private journal.
To relate what she was to us, is to tell how she discerned elements of worth and beauty where others could only have seen what was common-place and poor; it is to say what high hopes, what generous assurance, what a pure ambition, she entertained on our behalf,— a hope and confidence which may well be felt as a rebuke to our low attainments and poor accomplishments.
Nevertheless, it seems due to this great soul that those of us who have been blessed and benefited by her friendship should be willing to say what she has done for us, —undeterred by the thought that to reveal her is to expose ourselves.