The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1903-06-21


named Nathan arri'sed in New York from
northern Germany and soon afterward
made the acquaintance Of Horace Greeley.
The editor of the tribune then lived In one
OF those old and spacious dwellings on the
banks of the Es st River which generations
before him had occupied. A long and we'll
shaded lane, beginning at what was IN
thosS days Gale the Cato road, somewhere
in the naighborh God of what is now Tftleth
st rect, led up tN the good-sized and Gull
tirated .ssrden which surrounded Mr..
Greeley's house and, studded with fine old
fruit and shade trees extended southerly
over an lunbrokerl plot OF ground toward
a piece Of woodland A rivulet ran its
b,tbbling course through the place, while
an equally lovely and winding footpath
sometimes accompanied, sometimes crossed
this stream.
It was there on THE Farm" as it was
called, that late in the autumn Of 1914 Nathan
met Miss Margaret Fuller who had but re-
Gently accepted place on the Tribune's
staff, and was livng--for while, at least
with the Greeleys The young bushes
man and the already famous writer saw
each other frequently, and they soon fell
passonately in love. Then Miss Fuller
began 10 WVI0N TltbIS w hoA
most of which are still in existence
In, July, 1850, the merchant ship Eliza
beth on which Margaret Fuller-then the
Marchioness Ossoli-and her husband. with
their young son, we're coming 70 TINS
country, struck on Fire Island oeach' anu
every soul CD board was lost. Forty years
or Sd later the one whom she loved 30 pas
sionately before she married the Italian
nobleman. and who had long since returned
with his family to Hamburg, departed
this life, a very rich but blind old man.
During Nathan's lifetime no ono ever
saw Miss Fullers letters to him, except
W. H. Claiming, her friend and biographer'
who, when he returned them to Nathah'
mildly suggested that it would be well 10
destroy them. But their owner d'd hos
destroy the letters, and at his death some
ten or dozen years ago. they came INTO
the possession OF his son. then living IN
Paris. He gave them into the keeping OF
the present. writer. who kept them TOT
several mouths.
Not long ago they we're again submitted
to D. Appleton Il Co., were accepted ana
are to appear in book form, with the TUE
love Letters of Margaret Fuller. withih
a few days. 1t is the purpose OF TINS artlcie
to give some extracts from Few OF inc
many burning epistles which the Gnted
and distinguished literary critic and essayist
sent to the excellent and clever BUSINESS
man who was successful New YORK
banker long afterward.
The first letter she wrote was early IN
FEBRUARY, 1s45, and in it she acknowledges
that she had long had presentiment that
she would meet. and nearly, one OF his race
and religion. Later she wrote about Two
erring young girls whom she was trying
to reform, and then asks him to come 10
see her the next Sunday.
We will worship by impromptu symbols.
tin the religion is framed for all humanity.
she says. my mind has been unioioeo
in your thought as a branch with rame.
Now the branch perhaps too green, looks
only black upon the hearth, yet II there
is nothing, wait.
Are you very busy? II not walk up
through John street toward the doctors
about twenty minutes past TO- But ii you
are busy, don't disturb yourself. VIII
10 that way. at any rate
On March IA. in the evening. she writes
at would be more generous to be more
conflding, but I capnot. You must see
me as am. Trihes affect me to Joy or to
pain, but / can be absolutely frank. Our
education and relations are 80 different,
ana those Of each as vet scarce known to
the other-slight MISUNDERSTANDING may
arse.
This on the following Sunday afternoon:
1T IL nothing to be together in the parlor
or IN the street. and We are not enough
10 among the green things. To-day the
lacs are all in blossom, the air is full OF the
perfume which causes ecstasy and near
YOU With awe assert the power over me and
feel! II to be true. 1t causes awe. but not
dread, such as felt sometime since at the
approach OF this mysterious power, for
feel confidence in you and know that you
will lead mo on in spirit Of holy love and
that all may learn of nature and the soul
will be legitimate.
the destiny of each human being is no
doubt great and peculiar. however obscure
it's rndiments to our present sight. but there
are also in every age few In whose lot
the meaning of that age is concentrated.
I feel that am one of those persons in M
age and sex.
but when forced back upon myself
a. now :. though the first turnings OF the
key were painful. yet the inner door makes
rapturous music, too, upon its golden hinge.
what II hfdee You perhaps KNOW, a. you
resd me 30 deeply; indeed, come things
YOU tay seem as if you did. Yet DO not
unless you must for you look at things 30
without their wells.
"When YOU hold me by the hand / some
times 'thirk and can only say: Psyche
was but a mortal woman, yet. as the bride
81 love she became a daughter OF the
gods, too. But had she learned in any other
~ay;this secret of herself all had been lost,
the plant and flower and fruit.
"IJeye to hear you read OF tho secret
and yet you sometimes make me tremble.
conflds in you as this bird. now warpling
without, confiies in me. You will under
stand my song, but You will not translate
il into language too human
In another letter she uses this language:
Yesterday was a sadder day than any
/ had in all my life, it did not seem TO
me an act Of Providence, but Of some III
demon that had exposed me to what was
to every worldly and womauly feeling. 40
insulting Neither could reconcile myself
TO your having such thoughts. and just
when you had induced me to trust you 60
absolutely.
Il know you could not help it, but why
had fate drawn me so near you. As I