some gaiety were over.
He now lived in a more serious vein, and felt a deeper, more satisfying happiness.
It was much more the ideal life of a poet than that of Thoreau, paddling up and down Concord River in search of the inspiration which only comes when we do not think of it.
It may be suspected that he read more literature er from at one time she commonly atones for it another.
The Fable for critics is written in an easy, nonchalant manner, which helps to mitigate its severity.
Thoreau could not have liked very well being called an imitator of Emerson; but the wit of it is inimitable.
T. never purloins the apples from Emerson's trees; it is only the windfalls that he carries off and passes for his own fruit.
Emerson remarked on this, that Thoreau was sufficiently original in his own way; and he always spoke of Lowell in a friendly and appreciative manner.
The whole poem is filled with such homely comparisons, which hit the nail exactly on the head.
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e even tenor of his way. Concord does not appear to have been attractive to him. He had a brother, John Holmes, who was reputed by his friends to be as witty as the Autocrat himself, but who lived a quiet, inconspicuous life.
John was an intimate friend of Hon. E. R. Hoar and often went to Concord to visit him; but I never heard of the Doctor being seen there, though it may have happened before my time.
He does not speak over-much of Emerson in his letters, and does not mention Hawthorne, Thoreau or Alcott, so far as we know, at all. They do not appear to have attracted his attention.
We are indebted to Lowell for all that Doctor Holmes has given us. The Doctor was forty-eight when the Atlantic Monthly appeared before the public, and according to his own confession he had long since given up hope of a literary life.
We hardly know another instance like it; but so much the better for him. He had no immature efforts of early life to regret; and when the cask once was tapped, the o
lways happens in such cases he was idolized by those who were under his direction.
There was something exceedingly kind in his tone of voice,--a voice accustomed to command and yet much subdued.
His manner towards children was particularly charming and attractive.
He exemplified the lines in Emerson's Wood-notes :
Grave, chaste, contented though retired, And of all other men desired, applied to Doctor Howe more completely than to the person for whom they were originally intended; for Thoreau's bachelor habits and isolated mode of life prevented him from being an attractive person to the generality of mankind.
It was said of James G. Blaine that he left every man he met with the impression that he was his best friend.
This may have been well intended, but it has the effect of insincerity, for the thing is practically impossible.
The true gentleman has always a kind manner, but he does not treat the man whom he has just been introduced to as a friend; he waits for that until