d closeness to the ideal, he showed range, grasp, power of illustration, and precision of statement such as I never saw in him before.
I will begin him again and read by faith awhile.
There was a book of studies from Salvator Rosa, from the Brimmer donation, at the Athenaeum, which I looked over with great delight and got many thoughts for my journal.
There was at last an interview with Mr. Allston.
He is as beautiful as the town-criers have said, and deserves to be Mr. Dana's Olympus, Lares, and Penates, as he is. He got engaged upon his Art, and flamed up into a galaxy of Platonism.
Yet what he said was not as beautiful as his smile of genius in saying it. Unfortunately, I was so fascinated, that I forgot to make myself interesting, and shall not dare to go and see him.
Three months later the family left Groton forever, having taken a house at Jamaica Plain, then and perhaps now the most rural and attractive suburb of Boston.
Here their dwelling was near a little