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attained this end, parties interested at once besought him to make this excellent article attainable in trade.
He said, ‘Why should I do this?
I have shown that I am able to produce the best pencil that can be made.
This was all that I cared to do.’
The selfishness and egotism of this point of view did not appear to have entered into Mr. Emerson's thoughts.
Upon this principle, which of the great discoverers or inventors would have become a benefactor to the human race?
Theodore Parker once said to me, ‘I do not consider Emerson a philosopher, but a poet lacking the accomplishment of rhyme.’
This may not be altogether true, but it is worth remembering.
There is something of the vates in Mr. Emerson.
The deep intuitions, the original and startling combinations, the sometimes whimsical beauty of his illustrations,—all these belong rather to the domain of poetry than to that of philosophy.
The high level of thought upon which he lived and moved and the wonderful harmony of his sympathies are his great lesson to the world at large.
Despite his rather defective sense of rhythm, his poems are divine snatches of melody.
I think that, in the popular affection, they may outlast his prose.
I was once surprised, in hearing Mr. Emerson talk, to find how extensively read he was in what we may term secondary literature.
Although a
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