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It was now a twelvemonth since the funeral +procession of the venerable clergyman, its last inhabitant, had turned +from that gateway towards the village burying-ground. The wheel-track +leading to the door, as well as the whole breadth of the avenue, was +almost overgrown with grass, affording dainty mouthfuls to two or +three vagrant cows and an old white horse who had his own living to +pick up along the roadside. The glimmering shadows that lay half +asleep between the door of the house and the public highway were a +kind of spiritual medium, seen through which the edifice had not quite +the aspect of belonging to the material world. Certainly it had +little in common with those ordinary abodes which stand so imminent +upon the road that every passer-by can thrust his head, as it were, +into the domestic circle. From these quiet windows the figures of +passing travellers looked too remote and dim to disturb the sense of +privacy. In its near retirement and accessible seclusion, it was the +very spot for the residence of a clergyman,--a man not estranged from +human life, yet enveloped, in the midst of it, with a veil woven of +intermingled gloom and brightness. It was worthy to have been one of +the time-honored parsonages of England, in which, through many +generations, a succession of holy occupants pass from youth to age, +and bequeath each an inheritance of sanctity to pervade the house and +hover over it as with an atmosphere. + +Nor, in truth, had the Old Manse ever been profaned by a lay occupant +until that memorable summer afternoon when I entered it as my home. A +priest had built it; a priest had succeeded to it; other priestly men +from time to time had dwelt in it; and children born in its chambers +had grown up to assume the priestly character. It was awful to +reflect how many sermons must have been written there. The latest +inhabitant alone--he by whose translation to paradise the dwelling was +left vacant--had penned nearly three thousand discourses, besides the +better, if not the greater, number that gushed living from his lips. +How often, no doubt, had he paced to and fro along the avenue, +attuning his meditations to the sighs and gentle murmurs and deep and +solemn peals of the wind among the lofty tops of the trees! In that +variety of natural utterances he could find something accordant with +every passage of his sermon, were it of tenderness or reverential +fear. The boughs over my head seemed shadowy with solemn thoughts, as +well as with rustling leaves. I took shame to myself for having been +so long a writer of idle stories, and ventured to hope that wisdom +would descend upon me with the falling leaves of the avenue, and that +I should light upon an intellectual treasure in the Old Manse well +worth those hoards of long-hidden gold which people seek for in moss- +grown houses. Profound treatises of morality; a layman's +unprofessional, and therefore unprejudiced, views of religion; +histories (such as Bancroft might have written had he taken up his +abode here, as he once purposed) bright with picture, gleaming over a +depth of philosophic thought,--these were the works that might fitly +have flowed from such a retirement. In the humblest event, I resolved +at least to achieve a novel that should evolve some deep lesson, and +should possess physical substance enough to stand alone. + +In furtherance of my design, and as if to leave me no pretext for not +fulfilling it, there was in the rear of the house the most delightful +little nook of a study that ever afforded its snug seclusion to a +scholar. It was here that Emerson wrote Nature; for he was then an +inhabitant of the Manse, and used to watch the Assyrian dawn and +Paphian sunset and moonrise from the summit of our eastern hill. When +I first saw the room, its walls were blackened with the smoke of +unnumbered years, and made still blacker by the grim prints of Puritan +ministers that hung around. These worthies looked strangely like bad +angels, or at least like men who had wrestled so continually and so +sternly with the Devil that somewhat of his sooty fierceness had been +imparted to their own visages. They had all vanished now; a cheerful +coat of paint and golden-tinted paper-hangings lighted up the small +apartment; while the shadow of a willow-tree that swept against the +overhanging eaves atempered the cheery western sunshine. In place of +the grim prints there was the sweet and lovely head of one of +Raphael's Madonnas, and two pleasant little pictures of the Lake of +Como. The only other decorations were a purple vase of flowers, +always fresh, and a bronze one containing graceful ferns. My books +(few, and by no means choice; for they were chiefly such waifs as +chance had thrown in my way) stood in order about the room, seldom to +be disturbed. + +The study had three windows, set with little, old-fashioned panes of +glass, each with a crack across it. The two on the western side +looked, or rather peeped, between the willow branches, down into the +orchard, with glimpses of the river through the trees. The third, +facing northward, commanded a broader view of the river, at a spot +where its hitherto obscure waters gleam forth into the light of +history. It was at this window that the clergyman who then dwelt in +the Manse stood watching the outbreak of a long and deadly struggle +between two nations; he saw the irregular array of his parishioners on +the farther side of the river, and the glittering line of the British +on the hither bank. He awaited, in an agony of suspense, the rattle of +the musketry. It came; and there needed but a gentle wind to sweep the +battle-smoke around this quiet house. + +Perhaps the reader, whom I cannot help considering as my guest in the +Old Manse, and entitled to all courtesy in the way of sight-showing,-- +perhaps he will choose to take a nearer view of the memorable spot. +We stand now on the river's brink. It may well be called the +Concord,--the river of peace and quietness; for it is certainly the +most unexcitable and sluggish stream that ever loitered imperceptibly +towards its eternity,--the sea. Positively I had lived three weeks +beside it before it grew quite clear to my perception which way the +current flowed. It never has a vivacious aspect, except when a +northwestern breeze is vexing its surface on a sunshiny day. From the +incurable indolence of its nature, the stream is happily incapable of +becoming the slave of human ingenuity, as is the fate of so many a +wild, free mountain torrent. While all things else are compelled to +subserve some useful purpose, it idles its sluggish life away in lazy +liberty, without turning a solitary spindle or affording even water- +power enough to grind the corn that grows upon its banks. The torpor +of its movement allows it nowhere a bright, pebbly shore, nor so much +as a narrow strip of glistening sand, in any part of its course. It +slumbers between broad prairies, kissing the long meadow grass, and +bathes the overhanging boughs of elder-bushes and willows, or the +roots of elms and ash-trees and clumps of maples. Flags and rushes +grow along its plashy shore; the yellow water-lily spreads its broad, +flat leaves on the margin; and the fragrant white pond-lily abounds, +generally selecting a position just so far from the river's brink that +it cannot be grasped save at the hazard of plunging in. + +It is a marvel whence this perfect flower derives its loveliness and +perfume, springing as it does from the black mud over which the river +sleeps, and where lurk the slimy eel, and speckled frog, and the mud- +turtle, whom continual washing cannot cleanse. It is the very same +black mud out of which the yellow lily sucks its obscene life and +noisome odor. Thus we see, too, in the world that some persons +assimilate only what is ugly and evil from the same moral +circumstances which supply good and beautiful results--the fragrance +of celestial flowers--to the daily life of others. + +The reader must not, from any testimony of mine, contract a dislike +towards our slumberous stream. In the light of a calm and golden +sunset it becomes lovely beyond expression; the more lovely for the +quietude that so well accords with the hour, when even the wind, after +blustering all day long, usually hushes itself to rest. Each tree and +rock and every blade of grass is distinctly imaged, and, however +unsightly in reality, assumes ideal beauty in the reflection. The +minutest things of earth and the broad aspect of the firmament are +pictured equally without effort and with the same felicity of success. +All the sky glows downward at our feet; the rich clouds float through +the unruffled bosom of the stream like heavenly thoughts through a +peaceful heart. We will not, then, malign our river as gross and +impure while it can glorify itself with so adequate a picture of the +heaven that broods above it; or, if we remember its tawny hue and the +muddiness of its bed, let it be a symbol that the earthiest human soul +has an infinite spiritual capacity and may contain the better world +within its depths. But, indeed, the same lesson might be drawn out of +any mud-puddle in the streets of a city; and, being taught us +everywhere, it must be true. + +Come, we have pursued a somewhat devious track in our walk to the +battle-ground. Here we are, at the point where the river was crossed +by the old bridge, the possession of which was the immediate object of +the contest. On the hither side grow two or three elms, throwing a +wide circumference of shade, but which must have been planted at some +period within the threescore years and ten that have passed since the +battle-day. On the farther shore, overhung by a clump of elder- +bushes, we discern the stone abutment of the bridge. Looking down +into the river, I once discovered some heavy fragments of the timbers, +all green with half a century's growth of water-moss; for during that +length of time the tramp of horses and human footsteps have ceased +along this ancient highway. The stream has here about the breadth of +twenty strokes of a swimmer's arm,--a space not too wide when the +bullets were whistling across. Old people who dwell hereabouts will +point out, the very spots on the western bank where our countrymen +fell down and died; and on this side of the river an obelisk of +granite has grown up from the soil that was fertilized with British +blood. The monument, not more than twenty feet in height, is such as +it befitted the inhabitants of a village to erect in illustration of a +matter of local interest rather than what was suitable to commemorate +an epoch of national history. Still, by the fathers of the village +this famous deed was done; and their descendants might rightfully +claim the privilege of building a memorial. + +A humbler token of the fight, yet a more interesting one than the +granite obelisk, may be seen close under the stone wall which +separates the battle-ground from the precincts of the parsonage. It is +the grave,--marked by a small, mossgrown fragment of stone at the head +and another at the foot,--the grave of two British soldiers who were +slain in the skirmish, and have ever since slept peacefully where +Zechariah Brown and Thomas Davis buried them. Soon was their warfare +ended; a weary night-march from Boston, a rattling volley of musketry +across the river, and then these many years of rest. In the long +procession of slain invaders who passed into eternity from the battle- +fields of the Revolution, these two nameless soldiers led the way. + +Lowell, the poet, as we were once standing over this grave, told me a +tradition in reference to one of the inhabitants below. The story has +something deeply impressive, though its circumstances cannot +altogether be reconciled with probability. A youth in the service of +the clergyman happened to be chopping wood, that April morning, at the +back door of the Manse; and when the noise of battle rang from side to +side of the bridge, he hastened across the intervening field to see +what might be going forward. It is rather strange, by the way, that +this lad should have been so diligently at work when the whole +population of town and country were startled out of their customary +business by the advance of the British troops. Be that as it might, +the tradition, says that the lad now left his task and hurried to the +battle-field with the axe still in his hand. The British had by this +time retreated; the Americans were in pursuit; and the late scene of +strife was thus deserted by both parties. Two soldiers lay on the +ground,--one was a corpse; but, as the young New-Englander drew nigh, +the other Briton raised himself painfully upon his hands and knees and +gave a ghastly stare into his face. The boy,--it must have been a +nervous impulse, without purpose, without thought, and betokening a +sensitive and impressible nature rather than a hardened one,--the boy +uplifted his axe and dealt the wounded soldier a fierce and fatal blow +upon the head. + +I could wish that the grave might be opened; for I would fain know +whether either of the skeleton soldiers has the mark of an axe in his +skull. The story comes home to me like truth. Oftentimes, as an +intellectual and moral exercise, I have sought to follow that poor +youth through his subsequent career and observe how his soul was +tortured by the blood-stain, contracted as it had been before the long +custom of war had robbed human life of its sanctity and while it still +seemed murderous to slay a brother man. This one circumstance has +borne more fruit for me than all that history tells us of the fight. + +Many strangers come in the summer-time to view the battle-ground. For +my own part, I have never found my imagination much excited by this or +any other scene of historic celebrity; nor would the placid margin of +the river have lost any of its charm for me, had men never fought and +died there. There is a wilder interest in the tract of land-perhaps a +hundred yards in breadth--which extends between the battle-field and +the northern face of our Old Manse, with its contiguous avenue and +orchard. Here, in some unknown age, before the white man came, stood +an Indian village, convenient to the river, whence its inhabitants +must have drawn so large a part of their substance. The site is +identified by the spear and arrow-heads, the chisels, and other +implements of war, labor, and the chase, which the plough turns up +from the soil. You see a splinter of stone, half hidden beneath a +sod; it looks like nothing worthy of note; but, if you have faith +enough to pick it up, behold a relic! Thoreau, who has a strange +faculty of finding what the Indians have left behind them, first set +me on the search; and I afterwards enriched myself with some very +perfect specimens, so rudely wrought that it seemed almost as if +chance had fashioned them. Their great charm consists in this +rudeness and in the individuality of each article, so different from +the productions of civilized machinery, which shapes everything on one +pattern. There is exquisite delight, too, in picking up for one's +self an arrow-head that was dropped centuries ago and has never been +handled since, and which we thus receive directly from the hand of the +red hunter, who purposed to shoot it at his game or at an enemy. Such +an incident builds up again the Indian village and its encircling +forest, and recalls to life the painted chiefs and warriors, the +squaws at their household toil, and the children sporting among the +wigwams, while the little wind-rocked pappose swings from the branch +of a tree. It can hardly be told whether it is a joy or a pain, after +such a momentary vision, to gaze around in the broad daylight of +reality and see stone fences, white houses, potato-fields, and men +doggedly hoeing in their shirt-sleeves and homespun pantaloons. But +this is nonsense. The Old Manse is better than a thousand wigwams. + +The Old Manse! We had almost forgotten it, but will return thither +through the orchard. This was set out by the last clergyman, in the +decline of his life, when the neighbors laughed at the hoary-headed +man for planting trees from which he could have no prospect of +gathering fruit. Even had that been the case, there was only so much +the better motive for planting them, in the pure and unselfish hope of +benefiting his successors,--an end so seldom achieved by more +ambitious efforts. But the old minister, before reaching his +patriarchal age of ninety, ate the apples from this orchard during +many years, and added silver and gold to his annual stipend by +disposing of the superfluity. It is pleasant to think of him walking +among the trees in the quiet afternoons of early autumn and picking up +here and there a windfall, while he observes how heavily the branches +are weighed down, and computes the number of empty flour-barrels that +will be filled by their burden. He loved each tree, doubtless, as if +it had been his own child. An orchard has a relation to mankind, and +readily connects itself with matters of the heart. The trees possess +a domestic character; they have lost the wild nature of their forest +kindred, and have grown humanized by receiving the care of man as well +as by contributing to his wants. There, is so much individuality of +character, too, among apple trees, that it gives them all additional +claim to be the objects of human interest. One is harsh and crabbed +in its manifestations; another gives us fruit as mild as charity. One +is churlish and illiberal, evidently grudging the few apples that it +bears; another exhausts itself in free-hearted benevolence. The +variety of grotesque shapes into which apple, trees contort themselves +has its effect on those who get acquainted with them: they stretch out +their crooked branches, and take such hold of the imagination, that we +remember them as humorists and odd fellows. And what is more +melancholy than the old apple-trees that linger about the spot where +once stood a homestead, but where there is now only a ruined chimney +rising out of a grassy and weed-grown cellar? They offer their fruit +to every wayfarer,--apples that are bitter sweet with the moral of +Time's vicissitude. + +I have met with no other such pleasant trouble in the world as that of +finding myself, with only the two or three mouths which it was my +privilege to feed, the sole inheritor of the old clergyman's wealth of +fruits. Throughout the summer there were cherries and currants; and +then came Autumn, with his immense burden of apples, dropping them +continually from his over-laden shoulders as he trudged along. In the +stillest afternoon, if I listened, the thump of a great apple was +audible, falling without a breath of wind, from the mere necessity of +perfect ripeness. And, besides, there were pear-trees, that flung down +bushels upon bushels of heavy pears; and peach-trees, which, in a good +year, tormented me with peaches, neither to be eaten nor kept, nor, +without labor and perplexity, to be given away. The idea of an +infinite generosity and exhaustless bounty on the part of our Mother +Nature was well worth obtaining through such cares as these. That +feeling can be enjoyed in perfection only by the natives of summer +islands, where the bread-fruit, the cocoa, the palm, and the orange +grow spontaneously and hold forth the ever-ready meal; but likewise +almost as well by a man long habituated to city life, who plunges into +such a solitude as that of the Old Manse, where he plucks the fruit of +trees that he did not plant, and which therefore, to my heterodox +taste, bear the closest resemblance to those that grew in Eden. It +has been an apothegm these five thousand years, that toil sweetens the +bread it earns. For my part (speaking from hard experience, acquired +while belaboring the rugged furrows of Brook Farm), I relish best the +free gifts of Providence. + +Not that it can be disputed that the light toil requisite to cultivate +a moderately sized garden imparts such zest to kitchen vegetables as +is never found in those of the market-gardener. Childless men, if they +would know something of the bliss of paternity, should plant a seed,-- +be it squash, bean, Indian corn, or perhaps a mere flower or worthless +weed,--should plant it with their own hands, and nurse it from infancy +to maturity altogether by their own care. If there be not too many of +them, each individual plant becomes an object of separate interest. +My garden, that skirted the avenue of the Manse, was of precisely the +right extent. An hour or two of morning labor was all that it +required. But I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and +stand in deep contemplation over my vegetable progeny with a love that +nobody could share or conceive of who had never taken part in the +process of creation. It was one of the most bewitching sights in the +world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or a row of +early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate +green. Later in the season the humming-birds were attracted by the +blossoms of a peculiar variety of bean; and they were a joy to me, +those little spiritual visitants, for deigning to sip airy food out of +my nectar-cups. Multitudes of bees used to bury themselves in the +yellow blossoms of the summer-squashes. This, too, was a deep +satisfaction; although, when they had laden themselves with sweets, +they flew away to some unknown hive, which would give back nothing in +requital of what my garden had contributed. But I was glad thus to +fling a benefaction upon the passing breeze with the certainty that +somebody must profit by it and that there would be a little more honey +in the world to allay the sourness and bitterness which mankind is +always complaining of. Yes, indeed; my life was the sweeter for that +honey. + +Speaking of summer-squashes, I must say a word of their beautiful and +varied forms. They presented an endless diversity of urns and vases, +shallow or deep, scalloped or plain, moulded in patterns which a +sculptor would do well to copy, since Art has never invented anything +more graceful. A hundred squashes in the garden were worth, in my +eyes at least, of being rendered indestructible in marble. If ever +Providence (but I know it never will) should assign me a superfluity +of gold, part of it shall be expended for a service of plate, or most +delicate porcelain, to be wrought into the shapes of summer-squashes +gathered from vines which I will plant with my own hands. As dishes +for containing vegetables, they would be peculiarly appropriate. + +But not merely the squeamish love of the beautiful was gratified by my +toil in the kitchen-garden. There was a hearty enjoyment, likewise, +in observing the growth of the crook-necked winter-squashes from the +first little bulb, with the withered blossom adhering to it, until +they lay strewn upon the soil, big, round fellows, hiding their heads +beneath the leaves, but turning up their great yellow rotundities to +the noontide sun. Gazing at them, I felt that by my agency something +worth living for had been done. A new substance was born into the +world. They were real and tangible existences, which the mind could +seize hold of and rejoice in. A cabbage, too,--especially the early +Dutch cabbage, which swells to a monstrous circumference, until its +ambitious heart often bursts asunder,--is a matter to be proud of when +we can claim a share with the earth and sky in producing it. But, +after all, the hugest pleasure is reserved until these vegetable +children of ours are smoking on the table, and we, like Saturn, make a +meal of them. + +What with the river, the battle-field, the orchard, and the garden, +the reader begins to despair of finding his way back into the Old +Manse. But, in agreeable weather, it is the truest hospitality to keep +him out of doors. I never grew quite acquainted with my habitation +till a long spell of sulky rain had confined me beneath its roof. +There could not be a more sombre aspect of external nature than as +then seen from the windows of my study. The great willow-tree had +caught and retained among its leaves a whole cataract of water, to be +shaken down at intervals by the frequent gusts of wind. All day long, +and for a week together, the rain was drip-drip-dripping and splash- +splash-splashing from the eaves and bubbling and foaming into the tubs +beneath the spouts. The old, unpainted shingles of the house and +outbuildings were black with moisture; and the mosses of ancient +growth upon the walls looked green and fresh, as if they were the +newest things and afterthought of Time. The usually mirrored surface +of the river was blurred by an infinity of raindrops; the whole +landscape had a completely water-soaked appearance, conveying the +impression that the earth was wet through like a sponge; while the +summit of a wooded hill, about a mile distant, was enveloped in a +dense mist, where the demon of the tempest seemed to have his abiding- +place and to be plotting still direr inclemencies. + +Nature has no kindness, no hospitality, during a rain. In the +fiercest beat of sunny days she retains a secret mercy, and welcomes +the wayfarer to shady nooks of the woods whither the sun cannot +penetrate; but she provides no shelter against her storms. It makes us +shiver to think of those deep, umbrageous recesses, those +overshadowing banks, where we found such enjoyment during the sultry +afternoons. Not a twig of foliage there but would dash a little +shower into our faces. Looking reproachfully towards the impenetrable +sky,--if sky there be above that dismal uniformity of cloud,--we are +apt to murmur against the whole system of the universe, since it +involves the extinction of so many summer days in so short a life by +the hissing and spluttering rain. In such spells of weather,--and it +is to be supposed such weather came,--Eve's bower in paradise must +have been but a cheerless and aguish kind of shelter, nowise +comparable to the old parsonage, which had resources of its own to +beguile the week's imprisonment. The idea of sleeping on a couch of +wet roses! + +Happy the man who in a rainy day can betake himself to a huge garret, +stored, like that of the Manse, with lumber that each generation has +left behind it from a period before the Revolution. Our garret was an +arched hall, dimly illuminated through small and dusty windows; it was +but a twilight at the best; and there were nooks, or rather caverns, +of deep obscurity, the secrets of which I never learned, being too +reverent of their dust and cobwebs. The beams and rafters, roughly +hewn and with strips of bark still on them, and the rude masonry of +the chimneys, made the garret look wild and uncivilized, an aspect +unlike what was seen elsewhere in the quiet and decorous old house. +But on one side there was a little whitewashed apartment, which bore +the traditionary title of the Saint's Chamber, because holy men in +their youth had slept, and studied, and prayed there. With its +elevated retirement, its one window, its small fireplace, and its +closet convenient for an oratory, it was the very spot where a young +man might inspire himself with solemn enthusiasm and cherish saintly +dreams. The occupants, at various epochs, had left brief records and +ejaculations inscribed upon the walls. There, too, hung a tattered +and shrivelled roll of canvas, which on inspection proved to be the +forcibly wrought picture of a clergyman, in wig, band, and gown, +holding a Bible in his hand. As I turned his face towards the light, +he eyed me with an air of authority such as men of his profession +seldom assume in our days. The original had been pastor of the parish +more than a century ago, a friend of Whitefield, and almost his equal +in fervid eloquence. I bowed before the effigy of the dignified +divine, and felt as if I had now met face to face with the ghost by +whom, as there was reason to apprehend, the Manse was haunted. + +Houses of any antiquity in New England are so invariably possessed +with spirits that the matter seems hardly worth alluding to. Our +ghost used to heave deep sighs in a particular corner of the parlor, +and sometimes rustled paper, as if he were turning over a sermon in +the long upper entry,--where nevertheless he was invisible, in spite +of the bright moonshine that fell through the eastern window. Not +improbably he wished me to edit and publish a selection from a chest +full of manuscript discourses that stood in the garret. Once, while +Hillard and other friends sat talking with us in the twilight, there +came a rustling noise as of a minister's silk gown, sweeping through +the very midst of the company, so closely as almost to brush against +the chairs. Still there was nothing visible. A yet stranger business +was that of a ghostly servant-maid, who used to be heard in the +kitchen at deepest midnight, grinding coffee, cooking, ironing,-- +performing, in short, all kinds of domestic labor,--although no traces +of anything accomplished could be detected the next morning. Some +neglected duty of her servitude, some ill-starched ministerial band, +disturbed the poor damsel in her grave and kept her at work without +any wages. + +But to return from this digression. A part of my predecessor's +library was stored in the garret,--no unfit receptacle indeed for such +dreary trash as comprised the greater number of volumes. The old books +would have been worth nothing at an auction. In this venerable +garret, however, they possessed an interest, quite apart from their +literary value, as heirlooms, many of which had been transmitted down +through a series of consecrated hands from the days of the mighty +Puritan divines. Autographs of famous names were to be seen in faded +ink on some of their fly-leaves; and there were marginal observations +or interpolated pages closely covered with manuscript in illegible +shorthand, perhaps concealing matter of profound truth and wisdom. +The world will never be the better for it. A few of the books were +Latin folios, written by Catholic authors; others demolished Papistry, +as with a sledge-hammer, in plain English. A dissertation on the Book +of Job--which only Job himself could have had patience to read--filled +at least a score of small, thick-set quartos, at the rate of two or +three volumes to a chapter. Then there was a vast folio body of +divinity,--too corpulent a body, it might be feared, to comprehend the +spiritual element of religion. Volumes of this form dated back two +hundred years or more, and were generally bound in black leather, +exhibiting precisely such an appearance as we should attribute to +books of enchantment. Others equally antique were of a size proper to +be carried in the large waistcoat pockets of old times,--diminutive, +but as black as their bulkier brethren, and abundantly interfused with +Greek and Latin quotations. These little old volumes impressed me as +if they had been intended for very large ones, but had been +unfortunately blighted at an early stage of their growth. + +The rain pattered upon the roof and the sky gloomed through the dusty +garret-windows while I burrowed among these venerable books in search +of any living thought which should burn like a coal of fire or glow +like an inextinguishable gem beneath the dead trumpery that had long +hidden it. But I found no such treasure; all was dead alike; and I +could not but muse deeply and wonderingly upon the humiliating fact +that the works of man's intellect decay like those of his hands. +Thought grows mouldy. What was good and nourishing food for the +spirits of one generation affords no sustenance for the next. Books +of religion, however, cannot be considered a fair test of the enduring +and vivacious properties of human thought, because such books so +seldom really touch upon their ostensible subject, and have, +therefore, so little business to be written at all. So long as an +unlettered soul can attain to saving grace there would seem to be no +deadly error in holding theological libraries to be accumulations of, +for the most part, stupendous impertinence. + +Many of the books had accrued in the latter years of the last +clergyman's lifetime. These threatened to be of even less interest +than the elder works a century hence to any curious inquirer who +should then rummage then as I was doing now. Volumes of the Liberal +Preacher and Christian Examiner, occasional sermons, controversial +pamphlets, tracts, and other productions of a like fugitive nature, +took the place of the thick and heavy volumes of past time. In a +physical point of view, there was much the same difference as between +a feather and a lump of lead; but, intellectually regarded, the +specific gravity of old and new was about upon a par. Both also were +alike frigid. The elder books nevertheless seemed to have been +earnestly written, and might be conceived to have possessed warmth at +some former period; although, with the lapse of time, the heated +masses had cooled down even to the freezing-point. The frigidity of +the modern productions, on the other hand, was characteristic and +inherent, and evidently had little to do with the writer's qualities +of mind and heart. In fine, of this whole dusty heap of literature I +tossed aside all the sacred part, and felt myself none the less a +Christian for eschewing it. There appeared no hope of either mounting +to the better world on a Gothic staircase of ancient folios or of +flying thither on the wings of a modern tract. + +Nothing, strange to say, retained any sap except what had been written +for the passing day and year, without the remotest pretension or idea +of permanence. There were a few old newspapers, and still older +almanacs, which reproduced to my mental eye the epochs when they had +issued from the press with a distinctness that was altogether +unaccountable. It was as if I had found bits of magic looking-glass +among the books with the images of a vanished century in them. I +turned my eyes towards the tattered picture above mentioned, and asked +of the austere divine wherefore it was that he and his brethren, after +the most painful rummaging and groping into their minds, had been able +to produce nothing half so real as these newspaper scribblers and +almanac-makers had thrown off in the effervescence of a moment. The +portrait responded not; so I sought an answer for myself. It is the +age itself that writes newspapers and almanacs, which therefore have a +distinct purpose and meaning at the time, and a kind of intelligible +truth for all times; whereas most other works--being written by men +who, in the very act, set themselves apart from their age--are likely +to possess little significance when new, and none at all when old. +Genius, indeed, melts many ages into one, and thus effects something +permanent, yet still with a similarity of office to that of the more +ephemeral writer. A work of genius is but the newspaper of a century, +or perchance of a hundred centuries. + +Lightly as I have spoken of these old books, there yet lingers with me +a superstitious reverence for literature of all kinds. A bound volume +has a charm in my eyes similar to what scraps of manuscript possess +for the good Mussulman. He imagines that those wind-wafted records +are perhaps hallowed by some sacred verse; and I, that every new book +or antique one may contain the "open sesame,"--the spell to disclose +treasures hidden in some unsuspected cave of Truth. Thus it was not +without sadness that I turned away from the library of the Old Manse. + +Blessed was the sunshine when it came again at the close of another +stormy day, beaming from the edge of the western horizon; while the +massive firmament of clouds threw down all the gloom it could, but +served only to kindle the golden light into a more brilliant glow by +the strongly contrasted shadows. Heaven smiled at the earth, so long +unseen, from beneath its heavy eyelid. To-morrow for the hill-tops +and the woodpaths. + +Or it might be that Ellery Charming came up the avenue to join me in a +fishing excursion on the river. Strange and happy times were those +when we cast aside all irksome forms and strait-laced habitudes and +delivered ourselves up to the free air, to live like the Indians or +any less conventional race during one bright semicircle of the sun. +Rowing our boat against the current, between wide meadows, we turned +aside into the Assabeth. A more lovely stream than this, for a mile +above its junction with the Concord, has never flowed on earth, +nowhere, indeed, except to lave the interior regions of a poet's +imagination. It is sheltered from the breeze by woods and a hillside; +so that elsewhere there might be a hurricane, and here scarcely a +ripple across the shaded water. The current lingers along so gently +that the mere force of the boatman's will seems sufficient to propel +his craft against it. It comes flowing softly through the midmost +privacy and deepest heart of a wood which whispers it to be quiet; +while the stream whispers back again from its sedgy borders, as if +river and wood were hushing one another to sleep. Yes; the river +sleeps along its course and dreams of the sky and of the clustering +foliage, amid which fall showers of broken sunlight, imparting specks +of vivid cheerfulness, in contrast with the quiet depth of the +prevailing tint. Of all this scene, the slumbering river has a dream- +picture in its bosom. Which, after all, was the most real,--the +picture, or the original?--the objects palpable to our grosser senses, +or their apotheosis in the stream beneath? Surely the disembodied +images stand in closer relation to the soul. But both the original +and the reflection had here an ideal charm; and, had it been a thought +more wild, I could have fancied that this river had strayed forth out +of the rich scenery of my companion's inner world; only the vegetation +along its banks should then have had an Oriental character. + +Gentle and unobtrusive as the river is, yet the tranquil woods seem +hardly satisfied to allow it passage. The trees are rooted on the +very verge of the water, and dip their pendent branches into it. At +one spot there is a lofty bank, on the slope of which grow some +hemlocks, declining across the stream with outstretched arms, as if +resolute to take the plunge. In other places the banks are almost on +a level with the water; so that the quiet congregation of trees set +their feet in the flood, and are Fringed with foliage down to the +surface. Cardinal-flowers kindle their spiral flames and illuminate +the dark nooks among the shrubbery. The pond-lily grows abundantly +along the margin,--that delicious flower which, as Thoreau tells me, +opens its virgin bosom to the first sunlight and perfects its being +through the magic of that genial kiss. He has beheld beds of them +unfolding in due succession as the sunrise stole gradually from flower +to flower,--a sight not to be hoped for unless when a poet adjusts his +inward eye to a proper focus with the outward organ. Grapevines here +and there twine themselves around shrub and tree and hang their +clusters over the water within reach of the boatman's hand. +Oftentimes they unite two trees of alien race in an inextricable +twine, marrying the hemlock and the maple against their will and +enriching them with a purple offspring of which neither is the parent. +One of these ambitious parasites has climbed into the upper branches +of a tall white-pine, and is still ascending from bough to bough, +unsatisfied till it shall crown the tree's airy summit with a wreath +of its broad foliage and a cluster of its grapes. + +The winding course of the stream continually shut out the scene behind +us and revealed as calm and lovely a one before. We glided from depth +to depth, and breathed new seclusion at every turn. The shy +kingfisher flew from the withered branch close at hand to another at a +distance, uttering a shrill cry of anger or alarm. Ducks that had +been floating there since the preceding eve were startled at our +approach and skimmed along the glassy river, breaking its dark surface +with a bright streak. The pickerel leaped from among the lilypads. +The turtle, sunning itself upon a rock or at the root of a tree, slid +suddenly into the water with a plunge. The painted Indian who paddled +his canoe along the Assabeth three hundred years ago could hardly have +seen a wilder gentleness displayed upon its banks and reflected in its +bosom than we did. Nor could the same Indian have prepared his +noontide meal with more simplicity. We drew up our skiff at some +point where the overarching shade formed a natural bower, and there +kindled a fire with the pine cones and decayed branches that lay +strewn plentifully around. Soon the smoke ascended among the trees, +impregnated with a savory incense, not heavy, dull, and surfeiting, +like the steam of cookery within doors, but sprightly and piquant. +The smell of our feast was akin to the woodland odors with which it +mingled: there was no sacrilege committed by our intrusion there: the +sacred solitude was hospitable, and granted us free leave to cook and +eat in the recess that was at once our kitchen and banqueting-hall. +It is strange what humble offices may be performed in a beautiful +scene without destroying its poetry. Our fire, red gleaming among the +trees, and we beside it, busied with culinary rites and spreading out +our meal on a mossgrown log, all seemed in unison with the river +gliding by and the foliage rustling over us. And, what was strangest, +neither did our mirth seem to disturb the propriety of the solemn +woods; although the hobgoblins of the old wilderness and the will-of- +the-wisps that glimmered in the marshy places might have come trooping +to share our table-talk and have added their shrill laughter to our +merriment. It was the very spot in which to utter the extremest +nonsense or the profoundest wisdom, or that ethereal product of the +mind which partakes of both, and may become one or the other, in +correspondence with the faith and insight of the auditor. + +So, amid sunshine and shadow, rustling leaves and sighing waters, up +gushed our talk like the babble of a fountain. The evanescent spray +was Ellery's; and his, too, the lumps of golden thought that lay +glimmering in the fountain's bed and brightened both our faces by the +reflection. Could he have drawn out that virgin gold, and stamped it +with the mint-mark that alone gives currency, the world might have had +the profit, and he the fame. My mind was the richer merely by the +knowledge that it was there. But the chief profit of those wild days, +to him and me, lay not in any definite idea, not in any angular or +rounded truth, which we dug out of the shapeless mass of problematical +stuff, but in the freedom which we thereby won from all custom and +conventionalism and fettering influences of man on man. We were so +free to-day that it was impossible to be slaves again to-morrow. When +we crossed the threshold of the house or trod the thronged pavements +of a city, still the leaves of the trees that overhang the Assabeth +were whispering to us, "Be free! be free!" Therefore along that shady +river-bank there are spots, marked with a heap of ashes and half- +consumed brands, only less sacred in my remembrance than the hearth of +a household fire. + +And yet how sweet, as we floated homeward adown the golden river at +sunset,--how sweet was it to return within the system of human +society, not as to a dungeon and a chain, but as to a stately edifice, +whence we could go forth at will into state--her simplicity! How +gently, too, did the sight of the Old Manse, best seen from the river, +overshadowed with its willow and all environed about with the foliage +of its orchard and avenue,--how gently did its gray, homely aspect +rebuke the speculative extravagances of the day! It had grown sacred +in connection with the artificial life against which we inveighed; it +had been a home for many years, in spite of all; it was my home too; +and, with these thoughts, it seemed to me that all the artifice and +conventionalism of life was but an impalpable thinness upon its +surface, and that the depth below was none the worse for it. Once, as +we turned our boat to the bank, there was a cloud, in the shape of an +immensely gigantic figure of a hound, couched above the house, as if +keeping guard over it. Gazing at this symbol, I prayed that the upper +influences might long protect the institutions that had grown out of +the heart of mankind. + +If ever my readers should decide to give up civilized life, cities, +houses, and whatever moral or material enormities in addition to these +the perverted ingenuity of our race has contrived, let it be in the +early autumn. Then Nature will love him better than at any other +season, and will take him to her bosom with a more motherly +tenderness. I could scarcely endure the roof of the old house above me +in those first autumnal days. How early in the summer, too, the +prophecy of autumn comes! Earlier in some years than in others; +sometimes even in the first weeks of July. There is no other feeling +like what is caused by this faint, doubtful, yet real perception--if +it be not rather a foreboding--of the year's decay, so blessedly sweet +and sad in the same breath. + +Did I say that there was no feeling like it? Ah, but there is a half- +acknowledged melancholy like to this when we stand in the perfected +vigor of our life and feel that Time has now given us all his flowers, +and that the next work of his never-idle fingers must be to steal them +one by one away. + +I have forgotten whether the song of the cricket be not as early a +token of autumn's approach as any other,--that song which may be +called an audible stillness; for though very loud and heard afar, yet +the mind does not take note of it as a sound, so completely is its +individual existence merged among the accompanying characteristics of +the season. Alas for the pleasant summertime! In August the grass is +still verdant on the hills and in the valleys; the foliage of the +trees is as dense as ever and as green; the flowers gleam forth in +richer abundance along the margin of the river and by the stone walls +and deep among the woods; the days, too, are as fervid now as they +were a month ago; and yet in every breath of wind and in every beam of +sunshine we hear the whispered farewell and behold the parting smile +of a dear friend. There is a coolness amid all the heat, a mildness +in the blazing noon. Not a breeze can stir but it thrills us with the +breath of autumn. A pensive glory is seen in the far, golden gleams, +among the shadows of the trees. The flowers--even the brightest of +them, and they are the most gorgeous of the year--have this gentle +sadness wedded to their pomp, and typify the character of the +delicious time each within itself. The brilliant cardinal-flower has +never seemed gay to me. + +Still later in the season Nature's tenderness waxes stronger. It is +impossible not to be fond of our mother now; for she is so fond of us! +At other periods she does not make this impression on me, or only at +rare intervals; but in those genial days of autumn, when she has +perfected her harvests and accomplished every needful thing that was +given her to do, then she overflows with a blessed superfluity of +love. She has leisure to caress her children now. It is good to be +alive and at such times. Thank Heaven for breath--yes, for mere +breath--when it is made up of a heavenly breeze like this! It comes +with a real kiss upon our cheeks; it would linger fondly around us if +it might; but, since it must be gone, it embraces us with its whole +kindly heart and passes onward to embrace likewise the next thing that +it meets. A blessing is flung abroad and scattered far and wide over +the earth, to be gathered up by all who choose. I recline upon the +still unwithered grass and whisper to myself, "O perfect day! O +beautiful world! O beneficent God!" And it is the promise of a +blessed eternity; for our Creator would never have made such lovely +days and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond +all thought, unless we were meant to be immortal. This sunshine is +the golden pledge thereof. It beams through the gates of paradise and +shows us glimpses far inward. + +By and by, in a little time, the outward world puts on a drear +austerity. On some October morning there is a heavy hoarfrost on the +grass and along the tops of the fences; and at sunrise the leaves fall +from the trees of our avenue, without a breath of wind, quietly +descending by their own weight. All summer long they have murmured +like the noise of waters; they have roared loudly while the branches +were wrestling with the thunder-gust; they have made music both glad +and solemn; they have attuned my thoughts by their quiet sound as I +paced to and fro beneath the arch of intermingling boughs. Now they +can only rustle under my feet. Henceforth the gray parsonage begins +to assume a larger importance, and draws to its fireside,--for the +abomination of the air-tight stove is reserved till wintry weather,-- +draws closer and closer to its fireside the vagrant impulses that had +gone wandering about through the summer. + +When summer was dead and buried the Old Manse became as lonely as a +hermitage. Not that ever--in my time at least--it had been thronged +with company; but, at no rare intervals, we welcomed some friend out +of the dusty glare and tumult of the world, and rejoiced to share with +him the transparent obscurity that was floating over us. In one +respect our precincts were like the Enchanted Ground through which the +pilgrim travelled on his way to the Celestial City. The guests, each +and all, felt a slumberous influence upon them; they fell asleep in +chairs, or took a more deliberate siesta on the sofa, or were seen +stretched among the shadows of the orchard, looking up dreamily +through the boughs. They could not have paid a more acceptable +compliment to my abode nor to my own qualities as a host. I held it +as a proof that they left their cares behind them as they passed +between the stone gate-posts at the entrance of our avenue, and that +the so powerful opiate was the abundance of peace and quiet within and +all around us. Others could give them pleasure and amusement or +instruction,--these could be picked up anywhere; but it was for me to +give them rest,--rest in a life of trouble. What better could be +done for those weary and world-worn spirits?--for him whose career of +perpetual action was impeded and harassed by the rarest of his powers +and the richest of his acquirements?--for another who had thrown his +ardent heart from earliest youth into the strife of politics, and now, +perchance, began to suspect that one lifetime is too brief for the +accomplishment of any lofty aim?--for her oil whose feminine nature +had been imposed the heavy gift of intellectual power, such as a +strong man might have staggered under, and with it the necessity to +act upon the world?--in a word, not to multiply instances, what +better could be done for anybody who came within our magic circle than +to throw the spell of a tranquil spirit over him? And when it had +wrought its full effect, then we dismissed him, with but misty +reminiscences, as if he had been dreaming of us. + +Were I to adopt a pet idea as so many people do, and fondle it in my +embraces to the exclusion of all others, it would be, that the great +want which mankind labors under at this present period is sleep. The +world should recline its vast head on the first convenient pillow and +take an age-long nap. It has gone distracted through a morbid +activity, and, while preternaturally wide awake, is nevertheless +tormented by visions that seem real to it now, but would assume their +true aspect and character were all things once set right by an +interval of sound repose. This is the only method of getting rid of +old delusions and avoiding new ones; of regenerating our race, so that +it might in due time awake as an infant out of dewy slumber; of +restoring to us the simple perception of what is right and the single- +hearted desire to achieve it, both of which have long been lost in +consequence of this weary activity of brain and torpor or passion of +the heart that now afflict the universe. Stimulants, the only mode of +treatment hitherto attempted, cannot quell the disease; they do but +heighten the delirium. + +Let not the above paragraph ever be quoted against the author; for, +though tinctured with its modicum of truth, it is the result and +expression of what he knew, while he was writing, to be but a +distorted survey of the state and prospects of mankind. There were +circumstances around me which made it difficult to view the world +precisely as it exists; for, severe and sober as was the Old Manse, it +was necessary to go but a little way beyond its threshold before +meeting with stranger moral shapes of men than might have been +encountered elsewhere in a circuit of a thousand miles. + +These hobgoblins of flesh and blood were attracted thither by the +widespreading influence of a great original thinker, who had his +earthly abode at the opposite extremity of our village. His mind +acted upon other minds of a certain constitution with wonderful +magnetism, and drew many men upon long pilgrimages to speak with him +face to face. Young visionaries--to whom just so much of insight had +been imparted as to make life all a labyrinth around them--came to +seek the clew that should guide them out of their self-involved +bewilderment. Gray-headed theorists--whose systems, at first air, had +finally imprisoned them in an iron framework--travelled painfully to +his door, not to ask deliverance, but to invite the free spirit into +their own thraldom. People that had lighted on a new thought or a +thought that they fancied new, came to Emerson, as the finder of a +glittering gem hastens to a lapidary, to ascertain its quality and +value. Uncertain, troubled, earnest wanderers through the midnight of +the moral world beheld his intellectual fire as a beacon burning on a +hill-top, and, climbing the difficult ascent, looked forth into the +surrounding obscurity more hopefully than hitherto. The light +revealed objects unseen before,--mountains, gleaming lakes, glimpses +of a creation among the chaos; but also, as was unavoidable, it +attracted bats and owls and the whole host of night birds, which +flapped their dusky wings against the gazer's eyes, and sometimes were +mistaken for fowls of angelic feather. Such delusions always hover +nigh whenever a beacon-fire of truth is kindled. + +For myself, there bad been epochs of my life when I, too, might have +asked of this prophet the master word that should solve me the riddle +of the universe; but now, being happy, I felt as if there were no +question to be put, and therefore admired Emerson as a poet, of deep +beauty and austere tenderness, but sought nothing from him as a +philosopher. It was good, nevertheless, to meet him in the woodpaths, +or sometimes in our avenue, with that pure, intellectual gleam +diffused about his presence like the garment of a shining one; and be, +so quiet, so simple, so without pretension, encountering each man +alive as if expecting to receive more than he could impart. And, in +truth, the heart of many an ordinary man had, perchance, inscriptions +which he could not read. But it was impossible to dwell in his +vicinity without inhaling more or less the mountain atmosphere of his +lofty thought, which, in the brains of some people, wrought a singular +giddiness,--new truth being as heady as new wine. Never was a poor +little country village infested with such a variety of queer, +strangely dressed, oddly behaved mortals, most of whom took upon +themselves to be important agents of the world's destiny, yet were +simply bores of a very intense water. Such, I imagine, is the +invariable character of persons who crowd so closely about an original +thinker as to draw in his unuttered breath and thus become imbued with +a false originality. This triteness of novelty is enough to make any +man of common-sense blaspheme at all ideas of less than a century's +standing, and pray that the world may be petrified and rendered +immovable in precisely the worst moral and physical state that it ever +yet arrived at, rather than be benefited by such schemes of such +philosophers. + +And now I begin to feel--and perhaps should have sooner felt--that we +have talked enough of the Old Manse. Mine honored reader, it may be, +will vilify the poor author as an egotist for babbling through so many +pages about a mossgrown country parsonage, and his life within its +walls, and on the river, and in the woods, and the influences that +wrought upon him from all these sources. My conscience, however, does +not reproach me with betraying anything too sacredly individual to be +revealed by a human spirit to its brother or sister spirit. How +narrow-how shallow and scanty too--is the stream of thought that has +been flowing from my pen, compared with the broad tide of dim +emotions, ideas, and associations which swell around me from that +portion of my existence! How little have I told! and of that little, +how almost nothing is even tinctured with any quality that makes it +exclusively my own! Has the reader gone wandering, hand in hand with +me, through the inner passages of my being? and have we groped +together into all its chambers and examined their treasures or their +rubbish? Not so. We have been standing on the greensward, but just +within the cavern's mouth, where the common sunshine is free to +penetrate, and where every footstep is therefore free to come. I have +appealed to no sentiment or sensibilities save such as are diffused +among us all. So far as I am a man of really individual attributes I +veil my face; nor am I, nor have I ever been, one of those supremely +hospitable people who serve up their own hearts, delicately fried, +with brain sauce, as a tidbit for their beloved public. + +Glancing back over what I have written, it seems but the scattered +reminiscences of a single summer. In fairyland there is no +measurement of time; and, in a spot so sheltered from the turmoil of +life's ocean, three years hastened away with a noiseless flight, as +the breezy sunshine chases the cloud-shadows across the depths of a +still valley. Now came hints, growing more and more distinct, that the +owner of the old house was pining for his native air. Carpenters +next, appeared, making a tremendous racket among the outbuildings, +strewing the green grass with pine shavings and chips of chestnut +joists, and vexing the whole antiquity of the place with their +discordant renovations. Soon, moreover, they divested our abode of +the veil of woodbine which had crept over a large portion of its +southern face. All the aged mosses were cleared unsparingly away; and +there were horrible whispers about brushing up the external walls with +a coat of paint,--a purpose as little to my taste as might be that of +rouging the venerable cheeks of one's grandmother. But the hand that +renovates is always more sacrilegious than that which destroys. In +fine, we gathered up our household goods, drank a farewell cup of tea +in our pleasant little breakfast-room,--delicately fragrant tea, an +unpurchasable luxury, one of the many angel gifts that had fallen like +dew upon us,--and passed forth between the tall stone gate-posts as +uncertain as the wandering Arabs where our tent might next be pitched. +Providence took me by the hand, and--an oddity of dispensation which, +I trust, there is no irreverence in smiling at--has led me, as the +newspapers announce while I am writing, from the Old Manse into a +custom-house. As a story-teller, I have often contrived strange +vicissitudes for my imaginary personages, but none like this. + +The treasure of intellectual gold which I hoped to find in our +secluded dwelling had never come to light. No profound treatise of +ethics, no philosophic history, no novel even, that could stand +unsupported on its edges. All that I had to show, as a man of +letters, were these, few tales and essays, which had blossomed out +like flowers in the calm summer of my heart and mind. Save editing +(an easy task) the journal of my friend of many years, the African +Cruiser, I had done nothing else. With these idle weeds and withering +blossoms I have intermixed some that were produced long ago,--old, +faded things, reminding me of flowers pressed between the leaves of a +book,--and now offer the bouquet, such as it is, to any whom it may +please. These fitful sketches, with so little of external life about +them, yet claiming no profundity of purpose,--so reserved, even while +they sometimes seem so frank,--often but half in earnest, and never, +even when most so, expressing satisfactorily the thoughts which they +profess to image,--such trifles, I truly feel, afford no solid basis +for a literary reputation. Nevertheless, the public--if my limited +number of readers, whom I venture to regard rather as a circle of +friends, may be termed a public--will receive them the more kindly, +as the last offering, the last collection of this nature which it is +my purpose ever to put forth. Unless I could do better, I have done +enough in this kind. 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