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age。 But otherwise he was still young； intellectually； that is； there
was no failure of interest in intellectual things； especially literary
things。 Some new book lay on the table at his elbow； and he asked me if
I had seen it； and made some joke about his having had the good luck to
read it； and have it lying by him a few days before when the author
called。 I do not know whether he schooled himself against an old man's
tendency to revert to the past or not； but I know that he seldom did so。
That morning； however； he made several excursions into it； and told me
that his youthful satire of the 'Spectre Pig' had been provoked by a poem
of the elder Dana's； where a phantom horse had been seriously employed；
with an effect of anticlimax which he had found irresistible。 Another
foray was to recall the oppression and depression of his early religious
associations； and to speak with moving tenderness of his father； whose
hard doctrine as a minister was without effect upon his own kindly
nature。
In a letter written to me a few weeks after this time； upon an occasion
when he divined that some word from him would be more than commonly dear；
he recurred to the feeling he then expressed： 〃Fifty…six years agomore
than half a centuryI lost my own father； his age being seventy…three
years。 As I have reached that period of life； passed it； and now left it
far behind； my recollections seem to brighten and bring back my boyhood
and early manhood in a clearer and fairer light than it came to me in my
middle decades。 I have often wished of late years that I could tell him
how I cherished his memory； perhaps I may have the happiness of saying
all I long to tell him on the other side of that thin partition which I
love to think is all that divides us。〃
Men are never long together without speaking of women； and I said how
inevitably men's lives ended where they began； in the keeping of women；
and their strength failed at last and surrendered itself to their care。
I had not finished before I was made to feel that I was poaching； and
〃Yes；〃 said the owner of the preserve； 〃I have spoken of that；〃 and he
went on to tell me just where。 He was not going to have me suppose I had
invented those notions； and I could not do less than own that I must have
found them in his book； and forgotten it。
He spoke of his pleasant summer life in the air； at once soft and fresh；
of that lovely coast； and of his drives up and down the country roads。
Sometimes this lady and sometimes that came for him； and one or two
habitually； but he always had his own carriage ordered； if they failed；
that he might not fail of his drive in any fair weather。 His cottage was
not immediately on the sea； but in full sight of it； and there was a
sense of the sea about it； as there is in all that incomparable region；
and I do not think he could have been at home anywhere beyond the reach
of its salt breath。
I was anxious not to outstay his strength； and I kept my eye on the clock
in frequent glances。 I saw that he followed me in one of these； and I
said that I knew what his hours were； and I was watching so that I might
go away in time； and then he sweetly protested。 Did I like that chair I
was sitting in？ It was a gift to him； and he said who gave it； with a
pleasure in the fact that was very charming； as if he liked the
association of the thing with his friend。 He was disposed to excuse the
formal look of his bookcases； which were filled with sets； and presented
some phalanxes of fiction in rather severe array。
When I rose to go； he was concerned about my being able to find my way
readily to the station； and he told me how to go； and what turns to take；
as if he liked realizing the way to himself。 I believe he did not walk
much of late years； and I fancy he found much the same pleasure in
letting his imagination make this excursion to the station with me that
he would have found in actually going。
I saw him once more； but only once； when a day or two later he drove up
by our hotel in Magnolia toward the cottage where his secretary was
lodging。 He saw us from his carriage； and called us gayly to him； to
make us rejoice with him at having finally got that commemorative poem
off his mind。 He made a jest of the trouble it had cost him； even some
sleeplessness； and said he felt now like a convalescent。 He was all
brightness； and friendliness； and eagerness to make us feel his mood；
through what was common to us all； and I am glad that this last
impression of him is so one with the first I ever had； and with that
which every reader receives from his work。
That is bright； and friendly and eager too； for it is throughout the very
expression of himself。 I think it is a pity if an author disappoints
even the unreasonable expectation of the reader； whom his art has invited
to love him； but I do not believe that Doctor Holmes could inflict this
disappointment。 Certainly he could disappoint no reasonable expectation；
no intelligent expectation。 What he wrote； that he was； and every one
felt this who met him。 He has therefore not died； as some men die； the
remote impersonal sort； but he is yet thrillingly alive in every page of
his books。 The quantity of his literature is not great； but the quality
is very surprising； and surprising first of all as equality。 From the
beginning to the end he wrote one man； of course in his successive
consciousnesses。 Perhaps every one does this； but his work gives the
impression of an uncommon continuity； in spite of its being the effect of
a later and an earlier impulse so very marked as to have made the later
an astonishing revelation to those who thought they knew him。
IX。
It is not for me in such a paper as this to attempt any judgment of his
work。 I have loved it； as I loved him； with a sense of its limitations
which is by no means a censure of its excellences。 He was not a man who
cared to transcend； he liked bounds； he liked horizons； the constancy of
shores。 If he put to sea； he kept in sight of land； like the ancient
navigators。 He did not discover new continents； and I will own that I；
for my part； should not have liked to sail with Columbus。 I think one
can safely affirm that as great and as useful men stayed behind； and
found an America of the mind without stirring from their thresholds。
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