Change of place won't mend the matter. You will weave the same web at Pernambuco as at Boston, if you have only learned how to make one texture." Journal, 1834. ples when I said, Remember the Sunday morning in Na This moment is the truest vision, the best spectacle I have seen amid all the wonders; and this moment, this vision, I might have had in my own closet in Boston.' "Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go."- Self-Reliance. WEBSTER. Page 398. The first of these fragments on New England's idol — until his apostasy to the cause of human Freedom, in the interests of Union was the last verse of those beginning, Has God on thee conferred A bodily presence mean as Paul's, printed a few pages earlier in this book. The second was the best passage in the Phi Beta Kappa poem, not otherwise remarkable. The third was written sadly after Webster's death. INDEX OF FIRST LINES A dull uncertain brain, 389. A patch of meadow upland, 369. A sterner errand to the silken troop, A subtle chain of countless rings, A train of gay and clouded days, Ah Fate, cannot a man, 383. Ah, not to me those dreams belong! Atom from atom yawns as far, 339. Be of good cheer, brave spirit; stead- Because I was content with these Blooms the laurel which belongs, Boon Nature yields each day a brag never grew, 125. Bulkeley, Hunt, Willard, Hosmer, Burly, dozing humble-bee, 38. All day the waves assailed the rock, But God said, 114. But if thou do thy best, 356. 345. lonely too, 396. Already blushes on thy cheek, 196. And Ellen, when the graybeard years, And I behold once more, 385. Announced by all the trumpets of winds, 348. But never yet the man was found, But over all his crowning grace, By fate, not option, frugal Nature By the rude bridge that arched the By thoughts I lead, 330. Around the man who seeks a noble Can rules or tutors educate, 273. Askest, How long thou shalt stay?' Dark flower of Cheshire garden, 12. As sings the pine-tree in the wind, Darlings of children and of bard, 297. As sunbeams stream through liberal As the drop feeds its fated flower, 355- 343. Daughter of Heaven and Earth, coy Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Day by day for her darlings to her | From thy worth and weight the stars much she added more, 341. Day by day returns, 392. Dearest, where thy shadow falls, Deep in the man sits fast his fate, gravitate, 303. Gifts of one who loved me, 283. Give to barrows, trays and pans, 277. Go speed the stars of Thought, 283. Each spot where tulips prank their Gold and iron are good, 271. state, 301. Each the herald is who wrote, 80. Ever the Poet from the land, 292. Fall, stream, from Heaven to bless; For Genius made his cabin wide, For joy and beauty planted it, 340. For thought, and not praise, 328. Forbore the ant-hill, shunned to Freedom all winged expands, 206. 352. From fall to spring, the russet acorn, From high to higher forces, 349. Good-bye, proud world! I'm going Grace, Beauty and Caprice, 276. Hark what, now loud, now low, the pining flute complains, 303. Have ye seen the caterpillar, 374- He lives not who can refuse me, 347- He took the color of his vest, 292 Her passions the shy violet, 296. Him strong Genius urged to roam, His instant thought a poet spoke, His tongue was framed to music, 284- |