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caused him to part with the periodicals； but he professed that it was his
pleasure； and he said he had not felt so light…hearted since he was a
boy。 We asked him； How could he feel gay when he was no longer paying us
our salaries； and how could he justify it to his conscience？ He liked
our mocking； and limped away from us with a rheumatic easing of his
weight from one foot to another： a figure pathetic now that it has gone
the way to dusty death； and dear to memory through benefactions unalloyed
by one unkindness。
IV。
But when I came to Boston early in 1866； the 'Atlantic Monthly' and
'Harper's' then divided our magazine world between them； the 'North
American Review'； in the control of Lowell and Professor Norton； had
entered upon a new life； 'Every Saturday' was an instant success in the
charge of Mr。 Aldrich； who was by taste and training one of the best
editors； and 'Our Young Folks' had the field of juvenile periodical
literature to itself。
It was under the direction of Miss Lucy Larcom and of Mr。 J。 T。
Trowbridge； who had come from western New York； where he was born； and
must be noted as one of the first returners from the setting to the
rising sun。 He naturalized himself in Boston in his later boyhood； and
he still breathes Boston air； where he dwells in the street called
Pleasant； on the shore of Spy Pond； at Arlington； and still weaves the
magic web of his satisfying stories for boys。 He merges in their
popularity the fame of a poet which I do not think will always suffer
that eclipse； for his poems show him to have looked deeply into the heart
of common humanity； with a true and tender sense of it。
Miss Larcom scarcely seemed to change from date to date in the generation
that elapsed between the time I first saw her and the time I saw her
last； a year or two before her death。 A goodness looked out of her
comely face； which made me think of the Madonna's in Titian's
〃Assumption；〃 and her whole aspect expressed a mild and friendly spirit
which I find it hard to put in words。 She was never of the fine world of
literature； she dwelt where she was born； in that unfashionable Beverly
which is not Beverly Farms； and was of a simple； sea…faring； God…fearing
race； as she has told in one of the loveliest autobiographies I know；
〃A New England Girlhood。〃 She was the author of many poems； whose number
she constantly enlarged； but she was chiefly； and will be most lastingly；
famed for the one poem； 'Hannah Binding Shoes'； which years before my
days in Boston had made her so widely known。 She never again struck so
deep or so true a note； but if one has lodged such a note in the ear of
time； it is enough； and if we are to speak of eternity； one might very
well hold up one's head in the fields of asphodel； if one could say to
the great others there； 〃I wrote Hannah Binding Shoes。〃 Her poem is
very； very sad； as all who have read it will remember； but Miss Larcom
herself was above everything cheerful； and she had a laugh of mellow
richness which willingly made itself heard。 She was not only of true New
England stock； and a Boston author by right of race； but she came up to
that city every winter from her native town。
By the same right and on the same terms； another New England poetess；
whom I met those first days in Boston； was a Boston author。 When I saw
Celia Thaxter she was just beginning to make her effect with those poems
and sketches which the sea sings and flashes through as it sings and
flashes around the Isles of Shoals； her summer home； where her girlhood
had been passed in a freedom as wild as the curlew's。 She was a most
beautiful creature； still very young ； with a slender figure； and an
exquisite perfection of feature； she was in presence what her work was：
fine； frank； finished。 I do not know whether other witnesses of our
literary history feel that the public has failed to keep her as fully in
mind as her work merited； but I do not think there can be any doubt but
our literature would be sensibly the poorer without her work。 It is
interesting to remember how closely she kept to her native field； and it
is wonderful to consider how richly she made those sea…beaten rocks to
blossom。 Something strangely full and bright came to her verse from the
mystical environment of the ocean； like the luxury of leaf and tint that
it gave the narrower flower…plots of her native isles。 Her gift； indeed；
could not satisfy itself with the terms of one art alone； however varied；
and she learned to express in color the thoughts and feelings impatient
of the pallor of words。
She remains in my memories of that far Boston a distinct and vivid
personality； as the authoress of 'Amber Gods'； and 'In a Cellar'； and
'Circumstance'； and those other wild romantic tales； remains the gentle
and somewhat evanescent presence I found her。 Miss Prescott was now Mrs。
Spofford； and her husband was a rising young politician of the day。 It
was his duties as member of the General Court that had brought them up
from Newburyport to Boston for that first winter； and I remember that the
evening when we met he was talking of their some time going to Italy that
she might study for imaginative literature certain Italian cities he
named。 I have long since ceased to own those cities； but at the moment I
felt a pang of expropriation which I concealed as well as I could； and
now I heartily wish she could have fulfilled that purpose if it was a
purpose； or realized that dream if it was only a dream。 Perhaps；
however； that sumptuous and glowing fancy of hers； which had taken the
fancy of the young readers of that day； needed the cold New England
background to bring out all its intensities of tint； all its splendors of
light。 Its effects were such as could not last； or could not be farther
evolved； they were the expression of youth musing away from its
environment and smitten with the glories of a world afar and beyond； the
great world； the fine world； the impurpled world of romantic motives and
passions。 But for what they were； I can never think them other than what
they appeared： the emanations of a rarely gifted and singularly poetic
mind。 I feel better than I can say how necessarily they were the
emanations of a New England mind； and how to the subtler sense they must
impart the pathos of revolt from the colorless rigidities which are the
long result of puritanism in the physiognomy of New England life。
Their author afterwards gave herself to the stricter study of this life
in many tales and sketches which showed an increasing mastery； but they
could not have the flush； the surprise； the delight of a young talent
trying itself in a kind native and； so far as I know； peculiar to it。
From time to time I still come upon a poem of hers which recalls that
earlier strain of music； of color； and I am content to trust it for my
abiding faith in the charm of things I have not read for thirty years。
V。
I speak of this one and that； as it happens； and with no thought of
giving a complete prospect of literary Boston thirty years ago。 I am
aware that it will seem sparsely peopled in the effect I impart； and I
would have the reader always keep in mind the great fames at Cambridge
and at Concord； which formed so large a part of the celebrity of Boston。
I would also like him to think of it as still a great town； merely； where
every one knew every one else； and whose metropolitan liberation from
neighborhood was just begun。
Most distinctly of that yet uncitified Boston was the critic Edwin P。
Whipple； whose sympathies were indefinitely wider than his traditions。
He was a most generous lover of all that was excellent in literature； and
though I suppose we should call him an old…fashioned critic now； I
suspect it would be with no distinct sense of what is newer fashioned。
He was certainly as friendly to what promised well in the younger men as
he was to what was done well in their elders； and there was no one
writing in his day whose virtues failed of his recognition； though it
might happen that his foibles would escape Whipple's censure。 He wrote
strenuously and of course conscientiously； his point of view was solely
and