We know the arduous strife, the eternal laws To which the triumph of all good is given, High sacrifice, and labour without pause, Even to the death: else wherefore should the eye Of man converse with immortality?
IN Longfellow Memoir, by his brother, is recorded: "On New Year's Day Longfellow was greeted by a letter from Tennyson with these pleasant words: 'We English and Americans should all be brothers as none other among nations can be; and some of us, come what may, will always be so, I trust.'"
Mr. Fields's record shows a scant attendance at the first Club dinner of the year. Mr. Lincoln, then Mayor of Boston, was his, guest, whom he speaks of as "a capital mayor and a gentleman."
On the 27th of February, Longfellow's sixtieth birthday, Lowell brought and read this tribute:
"I need not praise the sweetness of his song,
Where limpid verse to limpid verse succeeds
Smooth as our Charles, when, fearing lest he wrong
The new moon's mirrored skiff, he slides along,
Full without noise, and whispers in his reeds.
"With loving breath of all the winds his name
Is blown about the world, but to his friends
A sweeter secret hides behind his fame,
And Love steals shyly through the loud acclaim
To murmur a God bless you! and there ends.
"As I muse backward up the checkered years
Wherein so much was given, so much was lost,
Blessings in both kinds, such as cheapen tears, --
But hush! this is not for profaner ears;
Let them drink molten pearls nor dream the cost.
"Some suck up poison from a sorrow's core,
As naught but nightshade grew upon Earth's ground;