And often, as a text of deep and varied meaning, I will remind him that
he is an American.'

"By this time I had drawn near the meeting-house, and perceived that the
crowd were beginning to recognize me."


These are the last words traced by his hand. Has not so chastened a
spirit found true communion with the pure in Heaven? "Until of late, I
never could believe that I was seriously ill: the past, I thought, could
not extend its misery beyond itself; life was restored to me, and should
not be missed again. I had day-dreams even of wedded happiness. Still,
as the days wear on, a faintness creeps through my frame and spirit,
recalling the, consciousness that a very old man might as well nourish
hope and young desire as I at twenty-four. Yet the consciousness of my
situation does not always make me sad. Sometimes I look upon the world
with a quiet interest, because it cannot, concern me personally, and a
loving one for the same reason, because nothing selfish can interfere
with the sense of brotherhood. Soon to be all spirit, I have already a
spiritual sense of human nature, and see deeply into the hearts of
mankind, discovering what is hidden from the wisest. The loves of young
men and virgins are known to me, before the first kiss, before the
whispered word, with the birth of the first sigh. My glance comprehends
the crowd, and penetrates the breast of the solitary man. I think
better of the world than formerly, more generously of its virtues, more
mercifully of its faults, with a higher estimate of its present
happiness, and brighter hopes of its destiny. My mind has put forth a
second crop of blossoms, as the trees do in the Indian summer. No
winter will destroy their beauty, for they are fanned by the breeze and
freshened by the shower that breathes and falls in the gardens of