The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1905-02-12

around the world, the comfortable pee
pie can stand at the window and EMO
, the panorama wrought by the fairy fir
ger of the frost, and the sculptural pic
lures made by the ice king as he graine
his arches and matched his beams
Sometimes he caught the nod ling bull
rush tops,
And hung them thickly with damon
drops;
Which cryslatei the beams of moon an
sun,
And made a star of every one
No mortal builders rare device
Could match this winter-palace of ice
Yes, in the comfortable, coy interio
of home one can watch the whirl of tn
mad elements and admire it-can reacl
out hand for a friendly book and reac
it. Little Journeys to the Homes O.
Great Philosophers" came to me duri11,
the recent ice carnival. The touch wa:
close and kind, almost human-this in
| tercourse, given us with the wits anc
philosophers of Concord, by the master
Roycrofter himself.
| In Little Journeys we read about
the Concord group; Emerson. Thorean
Alcot, Claiming, Curtis, Ripley and
Margaret Fuller A;soli.
Let this fact stand it was Emerson
who made Concord He saw it first-he
was on the ground, and the place was
his by right of discovery, the title
strengthened by the fact that four OF
his ancestors had been Concord clergy
men, and the most excellent and veneer
able DR.. Ripley near ins1nan' Con
cord and Emerson as early as 1870, when
Emerson was 81 years old, were synony-
nous. He had defied the traditions of
Howard, had been accommodated by
his alma mater, published his pantfeistic
Essay on Nature, and his little thin
books and sermons had been placed on
the Boston theological index expurga-
torius.
Through it all he had remained gen
tie, smiling, sympathetic, urresentful."
The world can never spare the man
who does his work and holds his place.
Emerson was being lifted up and souls
were being drawn unto him.
In 1870 Bronson Alcot, the American
Socrates, with his interesting family,
moved to Concord, drawn thither by the
magnet of Emerson's personality Louisa
wore short dresses and used to pick wild
berries and sell them to the Emersons,
and get goedly reward in. silver and
kindly smiles and pats on her brown
head by the hand that wrote "Compen-
satIon. "Alcot was great, honest,
sincere soul, and true anarch, for he
took his own wherever he saw it. He
used to run his wheelbarrow into Emer-
sons garden and load it up with potatoes,
,abbages Or turnips, and once in response
o hint that the vegetables were pri-
Fate property, the old man somewhat
oetulantly exclaimed, Il need them--I
iced Them And that was all anything
hat any man needed was his by divine
light. And the consistency of Alcot's
philosophy was shown in that he never
ook anything or any more than he need
d, and if he had something that you
leeded you were certainly welcome to it.
+ Alcot helped himself to the thrifty
tmerson's vegetables, both Emerson and
korean helped themselves to Alcot's
deas''
A PEN PORTRAIT. J.
Enter the Roycroft shop at night and
:. seems to dream of what it has done
oday, and what it will do tomorrow for
ere are all the evidences and appliances
or work, gone only the workers.
III is orderly and peaceful, yet is there
Q hint of stagnation that is death to
lie ardent spirit. -" -..
And in the quiet of the office. the
lg room dusky, busts and pictures
aguely defined, the window easements
aiming each pale SHOW scene, the ring i
light around the gas jet marking sha- {
oW more shadowy, we have starting I
ear out of the shadows, a living Rem lt
-andt picture Of Ebert Hubbard, as he I
IS solitary at his desk, no longer the It
an OF business, impulse and action, but t
e dreamer, the thinker, the writer the l
an acquainted with loneliness, that /
,rltage more or less even in moments 6
finest communion, of every receptive f
ID creative soul. Is
The light dWells on that unusual face, j
Indsome and homely, whose subtle n
animation of hunaor and reserve, f
-ength and weakness. light and dark c
IS, spirit and matter, has given to the
rid and to the individual, genius ana
IN, but always the man first one-he [
IS it of hinseIf-"who has hoped much, b.
red much, failed much, yet whose al
atefui faith in the eternal benefcence In
things is still uninpaired ~ Yorkshire a,
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