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circling in the clouds, resting upon them and its
pinions. Emerson allows nothing to tear him away
from this calm elevation, be it great or small,
prosperity or adversity. Pantheistic as Emerson
is in his philosophy, in his moral view of the
world and life, he is in a high degree pure, noble,
and severe, demanding as much from himself as from
others. His words are severe, his judgments often
sharp and merciless, but his person is alike noble
and pleasing, and his voice beautiful. One may
quarrel with Emerson’s thoughts, with his judgment,
but not with himself. That which struck me most,
as distinguishing him from other human beings, is
nobility. He is a born nobleman.
I enjoyed Emerson’s conversation, which flowed as
calmly and easily as a deep and placid river. It
was animating to me both when I agreed and when I
dissented; there was always something important
in what he said, and he listened attentively,
comprehended and replied well also. But whether
it was the weariness of the spirit, or a feeling
of esteem for his peace and freedom, I know not,
but I did not invite his conversation. When it came,
it was good; when it did not come, it was good also,
especially if he were in the room. His presence was
agreeable to me. He was amiable in his attention to
me, and in his mode of entertaining me as a stranger
and guest in his house.
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