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1 Pentecost (from a Greek word " Fathers" of the Christian Church meaning fiftieth), a solemn festival during the early centuries of our of the Jews, so called because it era. was celebrated on the fiftieth day 8 Augustine: that is, St. Augusafter the feast of the passover. tine (354-430 A.D.), the greatest of
2 Chrysostom (Greek chrusos, the Latin “Fathers," and renowned golden, anı tomos, mouth, so named for his many great theological from the splendor of his eloquence): works. John, bishop of Antioch, one of 4 blent. Give the modern form. the most renowned of the Greek 5 in his line. Explain.
The younger Golden Lips or mines,
6. – EMERSON AT HOME.
(As stated in the introduction, Emerson for many years carried on a correspondence with Thomas Carlyle. The following interesting revelation of Emerson's private life is from a letter dated at Concord, May 10, 1838.)
Why should you not embark in the Victoria steamer, and come in a fortnight to New York, and in twentyfour hours more to Concord? Your study arm-chair, fireplace, and bed, long vacant, auguring, expect you. Then you shall revise your proofs, and dictate wit and learning to the New World. Think of it in good earnest. In aid of your friendliest purpose, I will set down some of the facts.
I occupy, or improve as we Yankees say, two acres only of God's earth; on which is my house, my kitchengarden, my orchard of thirty young trees, iny empty
1 Taylor: that is, Jeremy Tay- I his imagery; and the “younger lay (1613-1667): the most eloquent Chrysostom," because, like the of Anglican divines. He was born elder, he taught divine things in three years before Shakespeare's golden words. death. Emerson styles him the good bishop: that is, Taylor, “Shakespeare of divines,” on ac- who was bishop of Down anal count of the prodigal richness of | Conmur.
barn. My house is now a very good one for comfort, and abounding in room. Besides my house, I have, I believe, twenty-two thousand dollars, whose income in ordinary years is six per cent. I have no other tithe or glebe except the income of my winter lectures, which was last winter eight hundred dollars.
Well, with this income, here at home, I am a rich man. I stay at home, and go abroad, at my own instance. I have food, warmth, leisure, books, friends. Go away from home, I am rich no longer. I never have a dollar to spend on a fancy. As no wise man, I suppose, ever was rich in the sense of freedom to spend, because of the inundations of claims, so neither am I, who am not wise. But at home I am rich, - rich enough for ten brothers.
My wife Lidian is an incarnation of Christianity, -I call her Asia, – and keeps my philosophy from Antinomianism; my mother, whitest, mildest, most conservative of ladies, whose only exception to her universal preference for old things is her son ; my boy, a piece of love and sunshine, well worth my watching from morning to night; these, and three domestic women who cook and sew and run for us, make all my household. Here I sit and read and write, with very little system, and, as far as regards composition, with the most fragmentary result: paragraphs incompressible, each sentence an infinitely repellent particle. In summer, with the aid of a neighbor, I manage
garden; and a week ago I set out on the west side of my house forty young pine trees to protect me or my son from the wind of January. The ornament
of the place is the occasional presence of some ten or twelve persons, good and wise, who visit us in the course of the year.
7.- ON THE DEATH OF HIS SON.
[From a letter to Carlyle, under date March 28, 1842.]
My dear friend, you should have had this letter and these messages by the last steamer; but when it sailed, my son, a perfect little boy of five years and three months, had ended his earthly life. never sympathize with me; you can never know how much of me such a young child can take away. A few weeks ago I accounted myself a very
very rich man, and now the poorest of all. What would it avail to tell you anecdotes of a sweet and wonderful boy, such as we solace and sadden ourselves with at home every morning and evening? From a perfect health and as happy a life and as happy influences as ever child enjoyed, he was hurried out of my arms in three short days by scarlatina.
We have two babes yet, - one girl of three years, and one girl of three months and a week, but a promise like that boy's I shall never see. How often I have pleased myself that one day I should send to you this Morning Star of mine, and stay at home so gladly behind such a representative. I dare not fathom the invisible and untold, to inquire what relations to my departed ones I yet sustain. Lidian, the poor Lidian,
, moans at home by day and by night. You, too, will grieve for us, afar.
8.- BITS OF TRAVEL.
[Among the letters to Carlyle are occasional descriptions of his visits different parts the United States, while on his lecture tours. The following extracts will prove of interest.]
I HAVE been something of a traveler the last year, and went down the Ohio River to its mouth; walked nine miles into and nine miles out of the Mammoth Cave, in Kentucky, - walked or sailed, for we crossed small underground streams, - and lost one day's light; then steamed up the Mississippi, five days, to Galena. In the Upper Mississippi you are always in a lake with many islands. “The Far West” is the right name for these verdant deserts. On all the shores, interminable silent forest. If you land, there is prairie behind prairie, forest behind forest, sites of nations, no nations. The raw bullion of nature; what we call "moral" value not yet stamped on it. But in a thousand miles the immense material values will show twenty or fifty Californias; that a good ciphering head will make one where he is. Thus at Pittsburg, on the Ohio, the Iron City, whither, from want of railroads, few Yankees have penetrated, every acre of land has three or four bottoms; first of rich soil; then nine feet of bituminous coal; a little lower, fourteen feet of coal ; then iron, or salt; salt springs, with a valuable oil called petroleum floating on their surface. Yet this acre sells for the price of any tillage acre in Massachusetts; and, in a year, the railroads will reach it, east