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第11章

The first time I saw Whittier was in Fields's room at the publishing office,where I had come upon some editorial errand to my chief.He introduced me to the poet:a tall,spare figure in black of Quaker cut,with a keen,clean-shaven face,black hair,and vivid black eyes.It was just after his poem,'Snow Bound',had made its great success,in the modest fashion of those days,and had sold not two hundred thousand but twenty thousand,and I tried to make him my compliment.I contrived to say that I could not tell him how much I liked it;and he received the inadequate expression of my feeling with doubtless as much effusion as he would have met something more explicit and abundant.If he had judged fit to take my contract off my hands in any way,I think he would have been less able to do so than any of his New England contemporaries.

In him,as I have suggested,the Quaker calm was bound by the frosty Puritanic air,and he was doubly cold to the touch of the stranger,though he would thaw out to old friends,and sparkle in laugh and joke.

I myself never got so far with him as to experience this geniality,though afterwards we became such friends as an old man and a young man could be who rarely met.Our better acquaintance began with some talk,at a second meeting,about Bayard Taylor's 'Story of Kennett',which had then lately appeared,and which he praised for its fidelity to Quaker character in its less amiable aspects.No doubt I had made much of my own Quaker descent (which I felt was one of the few things I had to be proud of),and he therefore spoke the more frankly of those traits of brutality into which the primitive sincerity of the sect sometimes degenerated.He thought the habit of plain-speaking had to be jealously guarded to keep it from becoming rude-speaking,and he matched with stories of his own some things I had heard my father tell of Friends in the backwoods who were Foes to good manners.

Whittier was one of the most generous of men towards the work of others,especially the work of a new man,and if I did anything that he liked,I could count upon him for cordial recognition.In the quiet of his country home at Danvers he apparently read all the magazines,and kept himself fully abreast of the literary movement,but I doubt if he so fully appreciated the importance of the social movement.Like some others of the great anti-slavery men,he seemed to imagine that mankind had won itself a clear field by destroying chattel slavery,and he had.no sympathy with those who think that the man who may any moment be out of work is industrially a slave.This is not strange;so few men last over from one reform to another that the wonder is that any should,not that one should not.Whittier was prophet for one great need of the divine to man,and he spoke his message with a fervor that at times was like the trembling of a flame,or the quivering of midsummer sunshine.

It was hard to associate with the man as one saw him,still,shy,stiff,the passion of his verse.This imbued not only his antislavery utterances,but equally his ballads of the old witch and Quaker persecution,and flashed a far light into the dimness where his interrogations of Mystery pierced.Whatever doubt there can be of the fate of other New England poets in the great and final account,it seems to me that certain of these pieces make his place secure.

There is great inequality in his work,and I felt this so strongly that when I came to have full charge of the Magazine,I ventured once to distinguish.He sent me a poem,and I had the temerity to return it,and beg him for something else.He magnanimously refrained from all show of offence,and after a while,when he had printed the poem elsewhere,he gave me another.By this time,I perceived that I had been wrong,not as to the poem returned,but as to my function regarding him and such as he.I had made my reflections,and never again did I venture to pass upon what contributors of his quality sent me.I took it and printed it,and praised the gods;,and even now I think that with such men it was not my duty to play the censor in the periodical which they had made what it was.They had set it in authority over American literature,and it was not for me to put myself in authority over them.Their fame was in their own keeping,and it was not my part to guard it against them.

After that experience I not only practised an eager acquiescence in their wish to reach the public through the Atlantic,but I used all the delicacy I was master of in bowing the way to them.Sometimes my utmost did not avail,or more strictly speaking it did not avail in one instance with Emerson.He had given me upon much entreaty a poem which was one of his greatest and best,but the proof-reader found a nominative at odds with its verb.We had some trouble in reconciling them,and some other delays,and meanwhile Doctor Holmes offered me a poem for the same number.I now doubted whether I should get Emerson's poem back in time for it,but unluckily the proof did come back in time,and then I had to choose between my poets,or acquaint them with the state of the case,and let them choose what I should do.I really felt that Doctor Holmes had the right to precedence,since Emerson had withheld his proof so long that I could not count upon it;but I wrote to Emerson,and asked (as nearly as I can remember)whether he would consent to let me put his poem over to the next number,or would prefer to have it appear in the same number with Doctor Holmes's;the subjects were cognate,and I had my misgivings.He wrote me back to "return the proofs and break up the forms."I could not go to this iconoclastic extreme with the electrotypes of the magazine,but I could return the proofs.I did so,feeling that I had done my possible,and silently grieving that there could be such ire in heavenly minds.

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