l not quite tell her secret
to the coach or the steamboat, but says, 'One to one, my dear, is
my rule also, and I keep my enchantments and oracles for the
religious soul coming alone, or as good as alone, in true love.'"

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW[15]

[Footnote 15: Copyright, 1894, by Selmar Hess]

By HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH

(1807-1882)

[Illustration: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.]

That was a memorable scene in the Poet's Corner of Westminster Abbey,
when the veil was lifted from the bust of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,
the first American upon whom England had conferred such distinguished
honor. James Russell Lowell was there, and made the eulogy, and left
in all minds the impression of these simple words; "The most beautiful
character that I have ever known." Mr. Lowell knew men, and among the
great spirits of the age with whom he had been associated, he perhaps
had known no literary man more intimately than Longfellow. The
original families of Lowell and Longfellow in America had grown side
by side on the banks of the Merrimac. The younger poet had succeeded
the elder in the professorship of literature at Harvard College; the
two had lived side by side in historic houses in the old Cambridge
neighborhood on the Charles, and there had shared the amenities of
suburban life and had studied the world together. It was said that
Longfellow came to live in a house "on the way to Mt. Auburn;" Lowell
lived in a house on the same road, and the two poets sleep together
there now in the loving shadows of Boston's "Field of God."

Since the days of Horace, friendship has found no more sympathetic and
beautiful expression in verse than in the lines inscribed by Lowell to
Longfellow and in the poems written by Longfellow in reference to
Lowell.

Says Lowell in his lines to H. W. L----:

"Long days be his, and each as lusty-sweet
As gracious natures find his song to be;
May age steal on with softly-cadenced feet
Falling in music, as for him were meet
Whose choicest verse is harsher-toned than he!"

Says Longfellow of Lowell in the "Herons of Elmwood:"

"Sing to him, say to him, here at his gate,
Where the boughs of the stately elms are meeting,
Some one hath lingered to meditate,
And send him unseen this friendly greeting;

"That many another hath done the same,
Though not by a sound was the silence broken;
The surest pledge of a