But, alas, the thought occurs
Of an orphanage much worse,
Where is no such glad regaling;
Wholly wretched dwell bewailing

Millions there of orphan children.

Not alike the clothes they wear,
Many have no dinner-fare;

None goes with the others yonder;
Lonely in their anguish wander

July, 1870

Many million orphan children.

ESSAYS.

NOTES ΟΝ EMERSON.

Of all who in this age express themselves in our English tongue, I think RALPH WALDO Emerson has the noblest philosophic intellect, and is one of the noblest spirits. An intellect clear, spacious, buoyant as a sunny morning sky; a moral nature strong, energetic, rigorous as a northern breeze from which the invalid shrinks, cut to the bone, but which vivifies health in the active and hardy. I know scarcely any other works than his in which half-an-hour's chance reading will be rewarded with such and so many felicitous subtleties, lofty sentences, brave texts. For subtlety

one may find in his writings definition and appraisal of almost every system of philosophy, every mood and tendency of human nature. And these judgments are grandly impartial: Sceptic and Mystic, Conservative and Reformer, Nominalist and Realist, Man Active and Man Speculative, all receive from him recognition and fair statement of what good and truth they live upon.