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Show roic, anything lovely and lofty that you please. 'There are muses In tho woods today,' he casually remarked, coming in to tpend . a few minutes with ray father and mother, from a walk to Walden pond. There were always al-ways muses in tho woods for him, and he was always in tho woods with the muses. His body might plod along Concord streets, but he was aloft on regasus, from whose back he would smile down pleasantly, wisely and serenely se-renely upon you, and begin a quiet conversation, as if all were commonplace common-place about him. Yet do not Imagine that he was aloof from practical village vil-lage affairs; ho could do buslncsn after tho right farmer style, and sell his apples and hay, and mend his fences. "Nor did he ever fall a public occasion, oc-casion, however Intrinsically Incongruous, Incongru-ous, when tho abolitionists were at the apogee, when the civil war was on. when tho Saturday club had a dinner toward, Emerson would be thore. He put himself In tho place and attltudo of the honest American clttzen, and believed himself to bo one. Nay, ho would publicly smoke a cigar after dinner, and drink (I bellovc) a glass of wine. But this was merely due to the trace In him of tho dramatic Instinct In-stinct a child's playing at being a matter-of-course man. "I do not know that Emerson ever beU any public o.fflco of emolument; but he never failed to dignify and exalt ex-alt any public position in which he found himself. At any public meeting meet-ing where ho rose to speak, ho was at once the eupreme figure. "Everybody who over knew the man loved him and honored him; one could no more do otherwiso than one could be lnsenslblo to sunshine, and pure air, and the freshness and splendor of nature. But this unspotted soul was more beautiful than nature. Tho memory mem-ory and influence of It touch a higher and deeper place In the mind." A GREAT POET. j This 13 Emerson's anniversary. In an article In Human Life Julia Hawthorne Haw-thorne says of him: "Ralph Waldo Emerson was ono of the earliest distinct figures, after my own father, in my boyish or childish memory, and the eight, sound and neighborhood ot him always made me glad, In the samo way that the brightening bright-ening of 6unshino over a landscape hitherto cloudy did. But when ho went away I was never conscious of wanting him back again; he was a voice, a smile, an illumination, but not a companion or playmate. ' And I did not want him back again (so far as I can make it out) because I did not recognize him as a human or personal per-sonal presence, -hut as a natural con- dlticn of agreeable, conspiring circumstances, circum-stances, or fortunate state of my own feelings. "What did Emerson look like, physically phy-sically and particularly? IJke a tall, ungainly, amiable, awkward Yankee farmer. His lengthy figure was lean, and not carried erect; there was n slight bend forward, and another slight deflection to one side; his nrras were over long, and his hands large, simple and ungraceful. So were his feet, which, as he walked, stepped along monotonously and without spring or style, one after the other; his use of his legs was all that that of the eighteenth eigh-teenth century beau, with his silk stockings and smart small clothes, his well developed calf and graceful posturing, pos-turing, was not; Emerson was not aware of his legs, and used them solely sole-ly to get about Concord and other places with. His dreRs was always a black coat with tails, an ill fitting col-lor col-lor with a high stock, and a bat either soft black felt or the stiff cylinder, In modified forms, according as Dun-lap Dun-lap or the other gods of headgear please, still survives for our wonder and homage. Emerson In tweeds is unthinkable, or in knickerbockers (good heavens), or in a cap, or with a rod necktie. On j the other hand, he was perfectly conceivable con-ceivable in shirt sleeves, and these eyes have often seen him so arrayed, pottering about his garden; and also in evening costume, which made him look Just like the American eagle, dlg-nlfledly dlg-nlfledly but modestly grasping the thunderbolts and gazing uPward." 9UCa was his aspect on the rostrum of Concord Con-cord town hall, from which elevation he was wont to lecture to his delighted delight-ed fellow citizens several times a year. Although Emerson as an object of flesh and blood was as I have described de-scribed him, yet he was altogether another and a different thing as Emerson. Em-erson. On the spiritual the ral Emersonian Em-ersonian plane he was beautiful, graceful, Greek, psychic, eloquent, ho- |