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liked　to　deal　with　his　subject　at　first　hand；　to　indulge　through　himself
all　the　whim　and　fancy　which　the　more　dramatic　talent　indulges　through
its　personages。

He　enjoyed　writing　such　a　poem　as　〃The　Cathedral；〃　which　is　not　of　his
best；　but　which　is　more　immediately　himself；　in　all　his　moods；　than　some
better　poems。　　He　read　it　to　me　soon　after　it　was　written；　and　in　the
long　walk　which　we　went　hard　upon　the　reading　（our　way　led　us　through　the
Port　far　towards　East　Cambridge；　where　he　wished　to　show　me　a　tupelo…tree
of　his　acquaintance；　because　I　said　I　had　never　seen　one）；　his　talk　was
still　of　the　poem　which　he　was　greatly　in　conceit　of。　　Later　his
satisfaction　with　it　received　a　check　from　the　reserves　of　other　friends
concerning　some　whimsical　lines　which　seemed　to　them　too　great　a　drop
from　the　higher　moods　of　the　piece。　　Their　reluctance　nettled　him；
perhaps　he　agreed　with　them；　but　he　would　not　change　the　lines；　and　they
stand　as　he　first　wrote　them。　　In　fact；　most　of　his　lines　stand　as　he
first　wrote　them；　he　would　often　change　them　in　revision；　and　then；　in　a
second　revision　go　back　to　the　first　version。

He　was　very　sensitive　to　criticism；　especially　from　those　he　valued
through　his　head　or　heart。　　He　would　try　to　hide　his　hurt；　and　he　would
not　let　you　speak　of　it；　as　though　your　sympathy　unmanned　him；　but　you
could　see　that　he　suffered。　　This　notably　happened　in　my　remembrance　from
a　review　in　a　journal　which　he　greatly　esteemed；　and　once　when　in　a
notice　of　my　own　I　had　put　one　little　thorny　point　among　the　flowers；　he
confessed　a　puncture　from　it。　　He　praised　the　criticism　hardily；　but　I
knew　that　he　winced　under　my　recognition　of　the　didactic　quality　which　he
had　not　quite　guarded　himself　against　in　the　poetry　otherwise　praised。
He　liked　your　liking；　and　he　openly　rejoiced　in　it；　and　I　suppose　he　made
himself　believe　that　in　trying　his　verse　with　his　friends　he　was　testing
it；　but　I　do　not　believe　that　he　was；　and　I　do　not　think　he　ever
corrected　his　judgment　by　theirs；　however　he　suffered　from　it。

In　any　matter　that　concerned　literary　morals　he　was　more　than　eager　to
profit　by　another　eye。　　One　summer　he　sent　me　for　the　Magazine　a　poem
which；　when　I　read　it；　I　trembled　to　find　；in　motive　almost　exactly　like
one　we　had　lately　printed　by　another　contributor。　　There　was　nothing　for
it　but　to　call　his　attention　to　the　resemblance；　and　I　went　over　to
Elmwood　with　the　two　poems。　　He　was　not　at　home；　and　I　was　obliged　to
leave　the　poems；　I　suppose　with　some　sort　of　note；　for　the　next　morning's
post　brought　me　a　delicious　letter　from　him；　all　one　cry　of　confession；
the　most　complete；　the　most　ample。　　He　did　not　trouble　himself　to　say
that　his　poem　was　an　unconscious　reproduction　of　the　other；　that　was　for
every　reason　unnecessary；　but　he　had　at　once　rewritten　it　upon　wholly
different　lines；　and　I　do　not　think　any　reader　was　reminded　of　Mrs。
Akers's　〃Among　the　Laurels〃　by　Lowell's　〃Foot…path。〃　　He　was　not　only
much　more　sensitive　of　others'　rights　than　his　own；　but　in　spite　of　a
certain　severity　in　him；　he　was　most　tenderly　regardful　of　their
sensibilities　when　he　had　imagined　them：　he　did　not　always　imagine　them。




VI。

At　this　period；　between　the　years　1866　and　1874；　when　he　unwillingly　went
abroad　for　a　twelvemonth；　Lowell　was　seen　in　very　few　Cambridge　houses；
and　in　still　fewer　Boston　houses。　　He　was　not　an　unsocial　man；　but　he　was
most　distinctly　not　a　society　man。　　He　loved　chiefly　the　companionship　of
books；　and　of　men　who　loved　books；　but　of　women　generally　he　had　an
amusing　diffidence；　he　revered　them　and　honored　them；　but　he　would　rather
not　have　had　them　about。　　This　is　over…saying　it；　of　course；　but　the
truth　is　in　what　I　say。　There　was　never　a　more　devoted　husband；　and　he
was　content　to　let　his　devotion　to　the　sex　end　with　that。　　He　especially
could　not　abide　difference　of　opinion　in　women；　he　valued　their　taste；
their　wit；　their　humor；　but　he　would　have　none　of　their　reason。　　I　was　by
one　day　when　he　was　arguing　a　point　with　one　of　his　nieces；　and　after　it
had　gone　on　for　some　time；　and　the　impartial　witness　must　have　owned　that
she　was　getting　the　better　of　him　he　closed　the　controversy　by　giving　her
a　great　kiss；　with　the　words；　〃You　are　a　very　good　girl；　my　dear；〃　and
practically　putting　her　out　of　the　room。　　As　to　women　of　the　flirtatious
type；　he　did　not　dislike　them；　no　man；　perhaps；　does；　but　he　feared　them；
and　he　said　that　with　them　there　was　but　one　way；　and　that　was　to　run。

I　have　a　notion　that　at　this　period　Lowell　was　more　freely　and　fully
himself　than　at　any　other。　　The　passions　and　impulses　of　his　younger
manhood　had　mellowed；　the　sorrows　of　that　time　had　softened；　he　could
blamelessly　live　to　himself　in　his　affections　and　his　sobered　ideals。
His　was　always　a　duteous　life；　but　he　had　pretty　well　given　up　making　man
over　in　his　own　image；　as　we　all　wish　some　time　to　do；　and　then　no　longer
wish　it。　　He　fulfilled　his　obligations　to　his　fellow…men　as　these　sought
him　out；　but　he　had　ceased　to　seek　them。　　He　loved　his　friends　and　their
love；　but　he　had　apparently　no　desire　to　enlarge　their　circle。　　It　was
that　hour　of　civic　suspense；　in　which　public　men　seemed　still　actuated　by
unselfish　aims；　and　one　not　essentially　a　politician　might　contentedly
wait　to　see　what　would　come　of　their　doing　their　best。　　At　any　rate；
without　occasionally　withholding　open　criticism　or　acclaim　Lowell　waited
among　his　books　for　the　wounds　of　the　war　to　heal　themselves；　and　the
nation　to　begin　her　healthfuller　and　nobler　life。　　With　slavery　gone；
what　might　not　one　expect　of　American　democracy！

His　life　at　Elmwood　was　of　an　entire　simplicity。　　In　the　old　colonial
mansion　in　which　he　was　born；　he　dwelt　in　the　embowering　leafage；　amid
the　quiet　of　lawns　and　garden…plots　broken　by　few　noises　ruder　than　those
from　the　elms　and　the　syringas　where

　　　　　　　　　　〃The　oriole　clattered　and　the　cat…bird　sang。〃

From　the　tracks　on　Brattle　Street；　came　the　drowsy　tinkle　of　horse…car
bells；　and　sometimes　a　funeral　trailed　its　black　length　past　the　corner
of　his　grounds；　and　lost　itself　from　sight　under　the　shadows　of　the
willows　that　hid　Mount　Auburn　from　his　study　windows。　　In　the　winter　the
deep　New　England　snows　kept　their　purity　in　the　stretch　of　meadow　behind
the　house；　which　a　double　row　of　pines　guarded　in　a　domestic　privacy。
All　was　of　a　modest　dignity　within　and　without　the　house；　which　Lowell
loved　but　did　not　imagine　of　a　manorial　presence；　and　he　could　not
conceal　his　annoyance　with　an　over…enthusiastic　account　of　his　home　in
which　the　simple　chiselling　of　some　panels　was　vaunted　as　rich　wood…
carving。　　There　was　a　graceful　staircase；　and　a　good　wide　hall；　from
which　the　dining…room　and　drawing…room　opened　by　opposite　doors；　behind
the　last；　in　the　southwest　corner　of　the　house；　was　his　study。

There；　literally；　he　lived　during　the　six　or　seven　years　in　which　I　knew
him　after　my　coming　to　Cambridge。　　Summer　and　winter　he　sat　there　among
his　books；　seldom　stirring　abroad　by　day　except　for　a　walk；　and　by　night
yet　more　rarely。　　He　went　to　the　monthly　mid…day　dinner　of　the　Saturday
Club　in　Boston；　he　was　very　constant　at　the　fortnightly　meetings　of　his
whist…club；　because　he　loved　the　old　friends　who　formed　it；　he　came
always　to　the　Dante　suppers　at　Longfellow's；　and　he　was　familiarly　in　and
out　at　Mr。　Norton's；　of　course。　　But；　otherwise；　he　kept　to　his　study；
except　for　some　rare　and　almost　unwilling　absences　upon　university
lecturing　at　Johns　Hopkins　or　at　Cornell。

For　four　years　I　did　not　take　any　summer　outing　from　Cambridge　myself；
and　my　associations　with　Elmwood　and　with　Lowell　are　more　of　summer　than
of　winter　weather　meetings。　　But　often　we　went　our　walks　through　the
snows；　trudging　along　between　the　horsecar　tracks　which　enclosed　the　only
well…broken…out　paths　in　that　simple　old　Cambridge。　　I　date　one　memorable
expression　of　his　from　such　a　walk；　when；　as　we　were　passing　Longfellow's
house；　in　mid…street；　he　came　as　near　the　declaration　of　his　religious
faith　as　he　ever　did　in　my　presence。　　He　was　speaking　of　the　New
Testament；　and　he　said；　The　truth　was　in　it；　but　they　had　covered　it　up
with　their　hagiology。　　Though　he　had　been　bred　a　Unitarian；　and　had　more
and　more　liberated　himself　from　all　creeds；　he　humorously　affected　an
abiding　belief　in　hell；　and　similarly　contended　for　the　eternal
punishment　of　the　wicked。　　He　was　of　a　religious　nature；　and　he　was　very
reverent　of　other　people's　religious　feelings。　　He　expressed　a　special
tolerance　for　my　own　inherited　faith；　no　doubt　because　Mrs。　Lowell　was
also　a　Swedenborgian；　but　I　do　not　think　he　was　interested　in　it；　and　I
suspect　that　all　religious　formulations　bored　him。　　In　his　earlier　poems
are　many　intimations　and　affirmations　of　belief　in　an　overruling
providence；　and　especially　in　the　God　who　declares　vengeance　His　and　will
repay　men　for　their　evil　deeds；　and　will　right　the　weak　against　the
strong。　　I　think　he　never　quite　lost　this；　though　when；　in　the　last　years
of　his　life；　I　asked　him　if　he　believed　there　was　a　moral　government　of
the　universe；　he　answered　gravely　and　with　a　sort　of　pain；　The　scale　was
so　vast；　and　we　saw　such　a　little　part　of　it。

As　to　tine　notion　of　a　life　after　death；　I　never　had　any　direct　or
indirect　expression　from　him；　but　I　incline　to　the　opinion　that　his　hold
upon　this　weakened　with　his　years；　as　it　is　sadly　apt　to　do　with　men　who
have　read　much　and　thought　much：　they　have　apparently　exhausted　their
potentialities　of　psychological　life。　　Mystical　Lowell　was；　as　every　poet
must　be；　but　I　do　not　think　he　liked　mystery。　　One　morning　he　told　me
that　when　he　came　home　the　night　before　he　had　seen　the　Doppelganger　of
one　of　his　household：　though；　as　he　joked；　he　was　not　in　a　state　to　see
double。

He　then　said　he　used　often　to　see　people's　Doppelganger；　at　another　time；
as　to　ghosts；　he　said；　He　was　like　Coleridge：　he　had　seen　too　many　of
'em。　　Lest　any　weaker　brethren　should　be　caused　to　offend　by　the
restricted　oath　which　I　have　reported　him　using　in　a　moment　of　transport
it　may　be　best　to　note　here　that　I　never　heard　him　use　any　other
imprecation；　and　this　one　seldom。

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