far from the gate, on a beautiful knoll, and is marked by a simple
stone with a plain inscription.

Longfellow was the poet of humanity and eternal hope, and his poetic
scriptures are always sought and always will be by spirits seeking
sympathy. He doubtless will live as the poet of the heart long after
greater rhetoricians and more philosophical poets have lost their
influence. It is the poet that is most human that has the greatest
influence and the most enduring fame.

As the poet of eternal hope, his horizons ever lift. He could not have
written Browning's "Lost Leader." His characters are all happy in the
end; his ships of song all come to blue harbors and happy ports. Poems
like Lowell's "Rhoecus," where opportunity is lost forever, find no
expression in his muse, but rather the rainbow always that shines in
the "Legend Beautiful." His Sordellos do not fail; they attain; the
people of his fancy overcome even their sins and mount on them like
ladders to heaven. Even old age in his view is full of opportunity,
and all experiences have their kindly helps and opportunities. Though
a translator of Dante, his own muse had no "Inferno," hut only a
"Purgatorio."

He is the most loved poet of our own or of any age; the American
Horace, whose pictures of all that is best in our early history will
ever remain. To study him is to grow. He never gave to the world a
soiled thought, or planted a seed in any mind whose flower and fruit
were not good. "The most beautiful character I ever knew," said Lowell
amid the shadows of the royal tombs of the Abbey, as his white bust
was placed among the ghosts; and so felt those who laid him down to
rest in the kindly earth of Mt. Auburn's fields and flowers, on the
banks of the calm, rippling Charles; and so feel those who visit that
simple spot, and rest in thought there amid the vines and roses under
the trees.

He touched all life to make it better, and humanity will ever be
grateful to the Heavens that he lived and sang.

[Signature of the author.]

ALFRED TENNYSON[16]

[Footnote 16: Copyright, 1894, by Selmar Hess.]

By CLARENCE COOK

(1809-1892)

[Illustration: Alfred Tennyson.]

Few of the world's great poets have woven into their verse so much
autobiographical material as the late Lord Tennyson, Poet Laureate of
England. All his early poetry is suffused with tints, sombre or
bright, and breathes of sounds that recall the landscape of the
Lincolnshir