Auburn, not far from Longfellow, and almost in sight of his study-window. He was mourned everywhere in America, and memorial services were held in Westminster Abbey, which gave token of the abiding impress he had made on the heart of England. While Lowell had irrepressible humour, he does not appeal to so many young people as Longfellow. He is, perhaps, too profound; and he has a curious habit of shifting from the serious to the burlesque, and back again to the serious, that often puzzles the reader; and he did possess some impulsive oddities of temper. He was, however, as one has said: The best of company in the best of company." He believed in his own opinions, and loved to talk while his admiring friends would sit about him and listen -and his letters to these friends are indeed delightful. Surely we have found him a versatile man— this poet, critic, professor, lecturer, editor, essayist, diplomat, and speaker on occasion "; and this versatility may be well exemplified by adding some of his proverbial sayings, which, like those of Emerson, are fresh and vigorous to-day: "He's been true to one party, an' thet is himself." New times demand new measures and new men." "A ginooine statesman must be on his guard Ef he must hev beliefs not to b'leeve them tu hard." "In general those who have nothing to say contrive to spend the longest time in doing it." "Nothing takes longer in saying than anything else." "Be a man among men, not a humbug among humbugs." "They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three." "Greatly begin! though thou have time ALADDIN When I was a beggarly boy, I had fire enough in my brain, Since then I have toiled day and night, THE FIRST SNOW-FALL "The snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, From sheds new-roofed with Carrara The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, I stood and watched by the window I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn How the flakes were folding it gently, Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying, 'Father, who makes it snow?' And I told of the good All-father Who cares for us here below. Again I looked at the snow-fall, And thought of the leaden sky That arched o'er our first great sorrow, I remembered the gradual patience And again to the child I whispered, Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her; XXVI OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES (1809-1894) EMERSON, the seer- Whittier, the patriotic bard - Hawthorne, the romancer-Lowell, the criticand Longfellow, laureate of the human heart-were leaders of the most gifted group of men of letters that has appeared in this country. About the middle of the nineteenth century, they immortalised Concord, made Boston, for a second time, "The Literary Hub," and did very much towards creating a literature that educated the people to a taste for the best. They were men of great variety of attainment — and how the libraries of the land expanded as they wrote! Just one more member and the group is complete. He must be a humourist to make the rest laugh -and an optimist, to teach them to pay proper tribute, one to the other and Oliver Wendell Holmes steps forth as the survivor of the grand old coterie. - He was born on August twenty-ninth, 1809, in a great gambrel-roofed house in Cambridge, Massachusetts a house haunted by four or five generations of gentlemen and gentlewomen. Among his ancestors was Anne Bradstreet, "The Tenth Muse "; and as he had very strong views about the necessity |