Christ to the young man said, “Give me thy heart.”
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graduate of Harvard, his reading of foreign literatures, ancient and modern, was mostly in translations.
I should say that his intellectual pasture ground had been largely within the domain of belles-lettres proper.
He was a man of angelic nature, pure, exquisite, just, refined, and human.
All concede him the highest place in our literary heaven.
First class in genius and in character, he was able to discern the face of the times.
To him was entrusted not only the silver trump of prophecy, but also that sharp and two-edged sword of the Spirit with which the legendary archangel Michael overcomes the brute Satan.
In the great victory of his day, the triumph of freedom over slavery, he has a record not to be outdone and never to be forgotten.
A lesser light of this time was the Rev. Samuel Longfellow.
I remember him first as of a somewhat vague and vanishing personality, not much noticed when his admired brother was of the company.
This was before the beginning of his professional career.
A little later, I heard of his ordination as a Unitarian minister from Rev. Edward Everett Hale, who had attended, and possibly taken part in, the services.
The poet Longfellow had written a lovely hymn for the occasion, beginning with this line:—
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