by the high example and success of Mr. Irving
. . . . It is not to be supposed that in adopting the form of Mr. Irving
, the author has been guilty of any other imitation.’1
This may in some sense be true, and yet it is impossible to compare the two books without seeing that kind of assimilation which is only made more thorough by being unconscious.
, even thus early, brought out more picturesquely and vividly than Irving
the charm exerted by the continent of Europe
over the few Americans
who were exploring it. What Irving
did in this respect for England
did for the continental nations.
None of the first German students from America
, or Bancroft
, had been of imaginative temperament, and although their letters, as since printed,2
as the land of learning, it yet remained for Longfellow
to portray all Europe
from the point of view of the pilgrim.
When he went to England
in 1835, as we shall see, he carried with him for English publication the two volumes of one of the earliest literary tributes paid by the New World to the Old
It is a curious fact that Mr. Samuel Longfellow
, in his admirable memoir of his brother,