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came to him like the breath of heaven, did actually come from heaven, it was so naturally and simply said one felt it was his profoundest conviction. It was a sacred idea a divine reality.-WATERSON, ROBERT C., 1882, Century Magazine, vol. 24, p. 862.

In college, as in school, he was too sedate to be widely and generally popular, but all who knew him reverenced the lofty purity of his character, and he soon gathered around him a small circle of warmly attached friends. He was sensitive and reserved, but the cordiality of his tone and the sweet naturalness of his smile of welcome at once attracted whoever made his acquaintance, though the uniform gravity of his daily walk and conversation prevented the many from approaching him as an intimate. . . . "Men in General," said Dr. Channing, "have lost or never found this higher mind, their insanity is profound, Mr. Very's is only superficial. To hear him talk was like looking into the purely spiritual world, into truth itself. He had nothing of self-exaggeration, but seemed to have attained self-annihilation and become an oracle of God." Dr. Channing repeated that he had "not lost his reason," and quoted some of his sayings, identical with many parts of his sonnets, as proofs of the "iron sequence of his thoughts."-ANDREWS, WILLIAM P., 1883, ed. Poems by Jones Very, Memoir, pp. 7, 10.

GENERAL

His essays entitled "Epic Poetry,' "Shakespere," and "Hamlet," are fine specimens of learned and sympathetic criticism; and his sonnets, and other pieces of verse, are chaste, simple, and poetical, though they have little range of subjects and illusion. They are religious, and some of them are mystical, but they will be recognised by the true poet as the overflowings of a brother's soul.-GRISWOLD, RUFUS WILMOT, 1842, The Poets and Poetry of America, p. 392.

Jones Very has written some of the best sonnets in our language.-PEABODY, ANDREW P., 1856, American Poetry, North American Review, vol. 82, p. 243.

Jones Very has always piped the sweet, sad notes of religious melancholy.-WARD, JULIUS HAMMOND, 1863, Quietism in the Nineteenth Century, North American Review, vol. 97, p. 400.

His verse is characterized by a remarkable purity and delicacy of thought, and great ease and simplicity of style, while it breathes the spirit of a sweet and loving trust, and is pervaded by a fine, subtle sense of the enduring realities. In very many of his poems there is the unmistakable element or master-touch that belongs to the higher order of genius.-PUTNAM, ALFRED P., 1874, Singers and Songs of the Liberal Faith, p. 336.

Among the minds stirred about half a century ago by the impulse of Transcendentalism, one of the least conspicuous, and since that time one of the least known, was one which now fairly promises to be foremost in the poetic interpretation of the movement. . . . Jones Very, for forty years past one of the most reserved, modest, retiring, and unknown of literary men, now slowly comes to the front, while many of the briliant and attractive men and women who were in the group in which Emerson, Alcott, and Margaret Fuller were the principal figures, begin to fade away, and, dying, leave scarcely a sign to indicate the secret of their charming influence. ... Natural genius and the finest classical culture had given him unerring good taste and command of the Shakspearean sonnet as a means of communicating his thought to the world, and the uninstructed reader would never suspect that he was reading the words of a man "beside himself" according to the standard of what we call "common sense." His was uncommon sense as Channing thought, a higher mood. of sanity, to which few men ever attained. -BATCHELOR, GEORGE, 1883, A Poet of Transcendentalism, The Dial, vol. 4, pp. 58, 59.

"Essays and Poems," by Jones Very,a little volume, the work of an exquisite. spirit. Some of the poems it contains are as if written by a George Herbert who had and lived in America.-NORTON, CHARLES studied Shakespeare, read Wordsworth, ELIOT, 1884-86, ed. The Correspondence of Thomas Carlyle and Ralph Waldo Emerson, vol. I, p. 360, note.

The sort of inspiration which gleams through the best of the sonnets is in the prose almost wholly lacking. Literary

skill he had little or none, though, at his best, he had something far better than literary skill. . . . In all these poems we find a strenuous insistence on submission

of the will to God,-submission in itself inevitable, but, if made voluntarily, a source of the highest joy. . . . Emerson exhorts, encourages, instructs; but the attitude of Very is different. There is a certain sternness in his verse, a flavor of absolutism, which carries one back a thousand, two thousand years out of modern skepticism and doubt. Emerson compares him to David and Isaiah. On this point, the comparison is just. By his passionate and wholly modern sensibility to Nature, by his broad and spiritual view of God, he stands apart from them; but he shares, if in a far less degree, their tone of austere judgment and command. He

has in common with them a sense of wrath and scorn at the meanness and pettiness of men around him, a feeling of isolation in the midst of a people who have fallen off from God. . . . Jones Very is not and never can be one of the great figures of literature. His breadth is too slight in proportion to his depth. Moreover, the outward form of current religious phraseology, in which he clothed his profound spiritual life, is in a certain degree repellent to many men of this generation; and, on the other hand, his passionate idealism does not altogether please the average religious mind. With our material civilization and our democratic habit he has little in common. But that which makes the soul and inspiration of his verse-his love of Nature, with his tender mysticism-must give him a place permanent at least, if not prominent in our literature.-BRADFORD, G., JR., 1887, Jones Very, Unitarian Review, vol. 27, pp. 112, 113, 114, 118.

Jones Very, a sort of Unitarian monk and mystic, packed into many a sonnet or meditative hymn rich and weighty words. of reverence and consecration, which he deemed inspired by ghostly power from above, and which he wrote in implicit obedience to the spiritual voice within. Some of these poems are harmed by a semi-Buddhistic Christian Quietism, as though Molinos had been incarnated anew in the Salem streets; others display the serene sure beauty of church-yard lilies.RICHARDSON, CHARLES F., 1888, American Literature, 1607-1885, vol. II, p. 233.

Was a sort of slender American shadow of William Blake, with the masculine strength and the painter's genius left out; he was a mystic and a spiritist, and wrote

some deep and delicate little poems under what he believed to be direct spirit guidance.-HAWTHORNE, JULIAN, AND LEMON, LEONARD, 1891, American Literature, p.

155.

Very has received a rarer and nobler recognition than popularity; men of genius have concurred in praising him. In respect to his poems and the voice that speaks in them, Bryant, Emerson, and Hawthorne have each paid positive tribute. The mind from which Very's poetry came was of an unusual order, and one that cannot be judged without special study, though the poetry of that mind may be enjoyed. He was one of those few Americans (perhaps the only American) for whom religious contemplation is everything; and one of those mortals to whom above others is, in spiritual things, granted the clearest vision. Such a man, as we know with regard to oriental mystics, with whom conditions are more favorable for solitary, rapt meditation than in America, naturally and rightly regards himself as a teacher of divine truth, and an exposer of worldly pretension and sin; in America less naturally but not less rightly, this was the case with Very.SIMONDS, ARTHUR B., 1894, American Song, p. 57.

His sympathy with nature is profound, but his methods of expression not varied. This and the frequent repetition of his subject give his writings an impression of monotony fatal to an extended reading. He is seldom trite, though his reflections are often drawn from the commonest objects. Close to ourselves lie the wonders of nature, is the keynote of his poetry. The wind-flower, the columbine, and the snowdrop were to him as eloquent as a forest, a mountain, or an ocean. He was one of the most original as well as most unreadable of our poets. All his poems

are infused with the sweetness of his own anemones and columbines, of too subtle an essence to suit the general taste.-ONDERDONK, JAMES L., 1899-1901, History of American Verse, p. 185.

Had in him an eccentric streak amounting almost to insanity; but his "Poems and Essays" (1839) reveal an original and intensely spiritual nature, and an unusual gift of terse, fresh, direct expression within a limited field.-BRONSON, WALTER C., 1900, A Short History of American Literature, p. 210.

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Thomas Carlyle

1795-1881

1795, Born at Ecclefechan, Annandale, Dumfriesshire. 1800, at the Village School. 1806-1809, at the Grammar School, Annan. 1809, enters Edinburgh University. 18141815, Teacher of Mathematics at Annan. 1816-1818, Master at Kirkcaldy; friendship with Edward Irving. 1818-1820, at Edinburgh; divinity and law; writes first articles for Brewster's Encyclopædia; begins the study of German literature. 1821, his "New Birth;" visits Haddington with Irving; meets Miss Jane Welsh. 1822, tutor to the Bullers; writes "Life of Schiller" for the London Magazine. 1824, translates "Wilhelm Meister;" first visit to London with the Bullers; meets Coleridge at Highgate; visits Paris; correspondence with Goethe begun. 1825, at home, Hoddam Hill. 1826, marries Jane Welsh, and settles at Comely Bank, Edinburgh; meets Jeffrey; writes "Jean Paul" for the Edinburgh Review. 1827-1831, removes to the Welshs' Manor, Craigenputtock; "Essay on Burns" in the Edinburgh Review; contributes magazine articles now published under "Miscellanies;" writes "Sartor Resartus." 1831, removes to London; his father's death. 18321833, returns to Craigenputtock; visit from Emerson; "Sartor Resartus" published in Fraser's Magazine; winter in Edinburgh. 1834, settles at Cheyne Row (Chelsea), London. 1837, lectures in London on German Literature; "The French Revolution." 1839, "Chartism." 1841, lectures in London on heroes; "Heroes and Hero Worship" published. 1843, "Past and Present." 1845, "Cromwell." 1850, "Latter-Day Pamphlets." 1851, "Life of Sterling." " 1858-1865, "History of Frederick the Second." 1866, elected Lord Rector of Edinburgh University; address on the Choice of Books; death of Mrs. Carlyle. 1874, order of merit from the German Emperor. 1875, "The Early Kings of Norway." 1881, death; "Reminiscences," J. A. Froude, Ed. 1882, "Thomas Carlyle," J. A. Froude, Ed. 1883, "Letters and Memorials of Jane Welsh Carlyle," J. A. Froude, Ed. 1883, "Correspondence of Carlyle and Emerson," C. E. Norton, Ed. 1886, "Early Letters of Thomas Carlyle," C. E. Norton, Ed. 1887, "Correspondence between Goethe and Carlyle," C. E. Norton, Ed.-GEORGE, ANDREW J., 1897, ed. Carlyle's Essay on Burns, p. 80.

PERSONAL

Carlyle breakfasted with me, and I had an interesting morning with him. He is a deep-thinking German scholar, a character, and a singular compound. His voice and manner, and even the style of his conversation, are those of a religious zealot, and he keeps up that character in his declamations against the anti-religious. And yet, if not the god of his idolatry, at least he has a priest and prophet of his church in Goethe, of whose profound wisdom he speaks like an enthusiast. But for him, Carlyle says, he should not now be alive." He owes everything to him! But in strange union with such idolatry is his admiration of Bonaparte. Another object of his eulogy is Cobbett, whom he praises for his humanity and love of the poor! Singular, and even whimsical, combinations of love and reverence these.-ROBINSON, HENRY CRABB, 1832, Diary, Feb. 12; Reminiscences, ed. Sadler, vol. II, p. 168.

I found him one of the most simple and frank of men, and became acquainted with him at once. We walked over several miles of hills, and talked upon all the great questions that interested us most. The

comfort of meeting a man is that he speaks sincerely; that he feels himself to be so rich, that he is above the meanness of pretending to knowledge which he has not, and Carlyle does not pretend to have solved the great problems, but rather to be an observer of their solution as it goes forward in the world. I asked him at what religious development the concluding passage in his piece in the Edinburgh Review upon German literature (say five years ago), and some passages in the piece called "Characteristics," pointed? He replied that he was not competent to state even to himself, he waited rather to see. My own feeling was that had met men of far less power who had got greater insight into religious truth. He is, as you might guess from his papers, the most catholic of philosophers; he forgives and loves everybody, and wishes each to struggle on in his own place and arrive at his own ends. . . He talks finely, seems to love the broad Scotch, and I loved him very much at once. I am afraid he finds his entire solitude tedious, but I could not help congratulating him upon the treasure in his wife, and I hope he will not leave the

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