was erect and noble, his eye clear and expressive, revealing a great and sympathetic soul, his whole presence impressive and attractive. The following description by Mr. Winter is pleasing and picturesque : "His natural dignity and grace, and the beautiful refinement of his countenance, together with his perfect taste in dress, and the exquisite simplicity of his manners, made him the absolute ideal of what a poet should be. His voice, too, was soft, sweet, and musical; and, like his face, it had the innate charm of tranquillity. His eyes were bluish gray, very bright and brave, changeable under the influence of emotion, but mostly grave, attentive, and gentle. The habitual expression of his face may be described as that of serious and tender thoughtfulness.” In his manner he was simple, unaffected, and gracious. As many of his poems attest, he was a rare lover of children. Indeed, the same genial humanity which illuminated his verse shone through all his dealings with men. He It has been well said of Longfellow, that he delivers "the gospel of good-will, set to music." He teaches the lesson of endurance, patience, and cheerfulness. appeals to the universal affections of humanity, and expresses with the most delicate beauty thoughts which find sympathy in all minds. He idealizes real life, beautifies common things, and clothes subtle and delicate thoughts in familiar imagery. His artistic sense is exquisite, so much so that each of his poems is a valuable literary study. He had a great command of beautiful diction, and equal skill in the structure of his verse. And over all that he wrote there hangs a beautiful ideal light,-the atmosphere of poetry, which illumines his page as the sunshine does the natural landscape. LOWELL'S TRIBUTE TO LONGFELLOW. [Written on Longfellow's seventieth birthday.] I NEED not praise the sweetness of his song, With loving breath of all the winds his name And Love steals shyly through the loud acclaim As I muse backward up the checkered years Some suck up poison from a sorrow's core, Even as a wind-waved fountain's swaying shade Surely, if skill in song the shears may stay, Long days be his, and each as lusty-sweet 1.- FROM MY ARM-CHAIR. [This poem, deeply interesting to the pupils of our schools, was inscribed by the author “to the children of Cambridge (Mass.), who presented to me, on my seventy-second birthday, Feb. 27, 1879, this chair made from the wood of the Village Blacksmith's tree." This famous chestnut-tree stood in front of and overshadowed the smithy in Brattle Street, Cambridge, not far from the house in which Longfellow lived and died.] Am I a king, that I should call my own 1 ebon throne. In allusion to a "Night, sable goddess, from her ebon line in Young's Night Thoughts, throne," etc. Or by what reason, or what right divine,1 Only, perhaps, by right divine of song Only because the spreading chestnut tree Well I remember it in all its prime,2 The affluent foliage of its branches made There, by the blacksmith's forge, beside the street, Its blossoms white and sweet Enticed the bees, until it seemed alive, And murmured like a hive. And when the winds of autumn, with a shout, The shining chestnuts, bursting from the sheath, And now some fragments of its branches bare, Have by my hearthstone found a home at last, 1 right divine. An allusion to the expression, "divine right of kings." 2 prime (Latin primus, first), early vigor and beauty. 3 affluent, abundant. 4 cavern... shade. What is the figure of speech? 5 whisper. What is the figure of speech? 1 The Danish king could not in all his pride But seated in this chair, I can in rhyme I see again, as one in vision sees, And hear the children's voices shout and call, I see the smithy with its fires aglow, I hear the bellows blow, And the shrill hammers on the anvil beat The iron white with heat! And thus, dear children, have ye made for me And to my more than threescore years and ten1 Brought back my youth again. The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, And in it are enshrined 5 6 The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought The giver's loving thought. |