prayers,—all mingled together.
I never read a book that made me sadder.’1
His fame at this time was widely established, yet a curious indication of the fact that he did not at once take even Cambridge
by storm, as a poet, is in a letter from Professor Andrews Norton
, father of the present Professor Charles E. Norton
, to the Rev. W. H. Furness
The latter had apparently applied to Mr. Norton
for advice as to a desirable list of American authors from whom to make some literary selections, perhaps in connection with an annual then edited by him and called ‘The Diadem.’
, as one of the most cultivated Americans
, might naturally be asked for some such counsel.
In replying he sent Mr. Furness
, under date of January 7, 1845, a list of fifty-four eligible authors, among whom Emerson
stood last but one, while Longfellow
was not included at all. He then appended a supplementary list of twenty-four minor authors, headed by Longfellow
We have already seen Lowell
, from a younger point of view, describing Longfellow
, at about this time, as the head of a ‘clique,’ and we now find Andrews Norton
, from an older point of view, assigning him only the first place among authors of the second grade.
It is curious