WALT WHITMAN.
THE MIRACLES OF NATURE.
[From Leaves of Grass.]
To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth
is spread with the same,
Every cubic foot of the interior swarms with the same.
* * * * * * * *
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion
of the waves—the ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?
* * * * * * * *
I was thinking the day most splendid,
till I saw what the not-day exhibited;
I was thinking this globe enough,
till there tumbled upon me myriads of other globes;
O, how plainly I see now that this life cannot exhibit
all to me—as the day cannot;
O, I see that I am to wait for what will be exhibited by death.
* * * * * * * *
O Death!
O, the beautiful touch of Death, soothing and benumbing
a few moments, for reasons.
* * * * * * * *
The earth never tires,
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first—
Nature is rude and incomprehensible at first;
Be not discouraged—keep on—there are divine things,
well enveloped;
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful
than words can tell.
O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!
O captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
Leave you not the little spot
Where on the deck my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O captain! my captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
O captain! dear father!
This arm I push beneath you;
It is some dream that on the deck
You've fallen cold and dead.
My captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
But the ship, the ship is anchored safe, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with silent tread,
Walk the spot my captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
THE COURTIN'.
Zekle crep' up, quite unbeknown,
An' peeked in thru the winder,
An' there sot Huldy all alone,
'ith no one nigh to hender.
Agin the chimbly crooknecks hung,
An' in amongst 'em rusted
The ole queen's arm thet Gran'ther Young
Fetched back from Concord busted.
The wannut logs shot sparkles out
Toward the pootiest, bless her!
An' leetle fires danced all about
The chiny on the dresser.
The very room, coz she wuz in,
Looked warm from floor to ceilin',
An' she looked full ez rosy agin
Ez th' apples she wuz peelin'.
She heerd a foot an' knowed it, tu,
A-raspin' on the scraper;
All ways to once her feelin's new
Like sparks in burnt-up paper.
He kin' o' l'itered on the mat,
Some doubtfle o' the seekle;
His heart kep' goin' pitypat,
But hern went pity Zekle.
THE PIOUS EDITOR'S CREED.
[From Biglow Papers.]
I du believe in Freedom's cause,
Ez fur away as Paris is;
I love to see her stick her claws
In them infarnal Pharisees;
It's wal enough agin a king
To dror resolves an' triggers—
But libbaty's a kind o' thing
Thet don't agree with niggers.
I du believe the people want
A tax on teas an' coffees,
Thet nothin' aint extravygunt,
Pervidin' I'm in office;
Fer I hev loved my country sence
My eye-teeth filled their sockets,
An' Uncle Sam I reverence—
Partic'larly his pockets.
I du believe in any plan
O' levyin' the taxes,
Ez long ez, like a lumberman,
I git jest wut I axes;
I go free-trade thru thick an' thin,
Because it kind o' rouses
The folks to vote—an' keeps us in
Our quiet custom-houses.
* * * * * * * *
I du believe with all my soul
In the gret Press's freedom,
To pint the people to the goal
An' in the traces lead 'em;
Palsied the arm thet forges jokes
At my fat contracts squintin',
An' withered be the nose that pokes
Inter the gov'ment printin'!
I du believe thet I should give
Wut's his'n unto Caesar,
Fer it's by him I move an' live,
Frum him my bread and cheese air;
I du believe thet all o' me
Doth bear his souperscription,—
Will, conscience, honor, honesty,
An' things o' thet description.
I du believe in prayer an' praise
To him thet hez the grantin'
O' jobs,—in every thin' that pays,
But most of all in CANTIN';
This doth my cup with marcies fill,
This lays all thought o' sin to rest,—
I don't believe in princerple,
But, O, I du in interest.
I du believe in bein' this
Or thet, ez it may happen
One way or t'other hendiest is
To ketch the people nappin';
It aint by princerples nor men
My preudent course is steadied,—
I scent wich pays the best; an' then
Go into it baldheaded.
I du believe thet holdin' slaves
Comes nat'ral tu a Presidunt,
Let 'lone the rowdedow it saves
To hev a wal-broke precedunt;
Fer any office, small or gret,
I couldn't ax with no face,
Without I'd ben, thru dry an' wet,
Th' unrizzost kind o' doughface.
I du believe wutever trash
'll keep the people in blindness,—
Thet we the Mexicuns can thrash
Right inter brotherly kindness;
Thet bombshells, grape, an' powder 'n' ball
Air good-will's strongest magnets;
Thet peace, to make it stick at all,
Must be druv in with bagnets.
In short, I firmly du believe
In Humbug generally,
Fer it's a thing that I perceive
To hev a solid vally;
This heth my faithful shepherd ben,
In pasturs sweet heth led me,
An' this 'll keep the people green
To feed ez they hev fed me.
EDWARD EVERETT HALE.
[From The Man Without a Country.[1]]
The rule adopted on board the ships on which I have met "the man without a country" was, I think, transmitted from the beginning. No mess liked to have him permanently, because his presence cut off all talk of home or of the prospect of return, of politics or letters, of peace or of war—cut off more than half the talk men liked to have at sea. But it was always thought too hard that he should never meet the rest of us except to touch hats, and we finally sank into one system. He was not permitted to talk with the men unless an officer was by. With officers he had unrestrained intercourse, as far as he and they chose. But he grew shy, though he had favorites; I was one. Then the captain always asked him to dinner on Monday. Every mess in succession took up the invitation in its turn. According to the size of the ship, you had him at your mess more or less often at dinner. His breakfast he ate in his own state-room—he always had a state-room—which was where a sentinel or somebody on the watch could see the door. And whatever else he ate or drank, he ate or drank alone. Sometimes, when the marines or sailors had any special jollification, they were permitted to invite "Plain-Buttons," as they called him. Then Nolan was sent with some officer, and the men were forbidden to speak of home while he was there. I believe the theory was that the sight of his punishment did them good. They called him "Plain-Buttons" because, while he always chose to wear a regulation army uniform, he was not permitted to wear the army button, for the reason that it bore either the initials or the insignia of the country he had disowned.
I remember soon after I joined the navy I was on shore with some of the older officers from our ship and from the Brandywine, which we had met at Alexandria. We had leave to make a party and go up to Cairo and the Pyramids. As we jogged along (you went on donkeys then), some of the gentlemen (we boys called them "Dons," but the phrase was long since changed) fell to talking about Nolan, and some one told the system which was adopted from the first about his books and other reading. As he was almost never permitted to go on shore, even though the vessel lay in port for months, his time at the best hung heavy; and every body was permitted to lend him books, if they were not published in America, and made no allusion to it. These were common enough in the old days, when people in the other hemisphere talked of the United States as little as we do of Paraguay. He had almost all the foreign papers that came into the ship, sooner or later; only somebody must go over them first, and cut out any advertisement or stray paragraph that alluded to America. This was a little cruel sometimes, when the back of what was cut might be as innocent as Hesiod. Right in the midst of one of Napoleon's battles, or one of Canning's speeches, poor Nolan would find a great hole, because on the back of the page of that paper there had been an advertisement of a packet for New York, or a scrap from the President's message. I say this was the first time I ever heard of this plan, which afterward I had enough and more than enough to do with. I remember it, because poor Phillips, who was of the party, as soon as the allusion to reading was made, told a story of something which happened at the Cape of Good Hope on Nolan's first voyage; and it is the only thing I ever knew of that voyage. They had touched at the Cape, and had done the civil thing with the English admiral and the fleet, and then, leaving for a long cruise up the Indian Ocean, Phillips had borrowed a lot of English books from an officer, which, in those days, as indeed in these, was quite a windfall. Among them, as the devil would order, was the Lay of the Last Minstrel, which they had all of them heard of, but which most of them had never seen. I think it could not have been published long. Well, nobody thought there could be any risk of any thing national in that, though Phillips swore old Shaw had cut out the "Tempest" from Shakespeare before he let Nolan have it, because he said "the Bermudas ought to be ours, and, by Jove, should be one day." So Nolan was permitted to join the circle one afternoon when a lot of them sat on deck smoking and reading aloud. People do not do such things so often now; but when I was young we got rid of a great deal of time so. Well, so it happened that in his turn Nolan took the book and read to the others; and he read very well, as I know. Nobody in the circle knew a line of the poem, only it was all magic and border chivalry, and was ten thousand years ago. Poor Nolan read steadily through the fifth canto, stopped a minute and drank something, and then began without a thought of what was coming:
"Breathes there the man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said"—
It seemed impossible to us that any body ever heard this for the first time; but all these fellows did then, and poor Nolan himself went on, still unconsciously or mechanically:
"This is my own, my native land!"
Then they all saw something was to pay; but he expected to get through,
I suppose, turned a little pale, but plunged on:
"Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand?—
If such there breathe, go, mark him well."
By this time the men were all beside themselves, wishing there was any way to make him turn over two pages; but he had not quite presence of mind for that; he gagged a little, colored crimson, and staggered on:
"For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim,
Despite these titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentered all in self;"—
and here the poor fellow choked, could not go on, but started up, swung the book into the sea, vanished into his state-room. "And by Jove," said Phillips, "we did not see him for two months again. And I had to make up some beggarly story to that English surgeon why I did not return his Walter Scott to him."
[1]See page 195.
FITZ-GREENE HALLECK.
[From Marco Bozzaris.]
Come to the bridal-chamber, Death!
Come to the mother's when she feels
For the first time her first-born's breath;
Come when the blessed seals
That close the pestilence are broke,
And crowded cities wail its stroke;
Come in consumption's ghastly form,
The earthquake shock, the ocean-storm;
Come when the heart beats high and warm,
With banquet-song, and dance, and wine:
And thou art terrible—the tear,
The groan, the knell, the pall, the bier;
And all we know, or dream, or fear
Of agony, are thine.
But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word;
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.
Come, when his task of fame is wrought—
Come, with her laurel-leaf, blood-bought—
Come in her crowning hour—and then
Thy sunken eye's unearthly light
To him is welcome as the sight
Of sky and stars to prisoned men;
Thy grasp is welcome as the hand
Of brother in a foreign land;
Thy summons welcome as the cry
That told the Indian isles were nigh
To the world-seeking Genoese,
When the land-wind, from woods of palm,
And orange-groves, and fields of balm,
Blew o'er the Haytian seas.
Bozzaris! with the storied brave
Greece nurtured in her glory's time,
Rest thee—there is no prouder grave,
Even in her own proud clime.
She wore no funeral weeds for thee,
Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume,
Like torn branch from death's leafless tree
In sorrow's pomp and pageantry,
The heartless luxury of the tomb;
But she remembers thee as one
Long loved, and for a season gone;
For thee her poet's lyre is wreathed,
Her marble wrought, her music breathed;
For thee she rings the birthday bells;
Of thee her babes' first lisping tells;
For thine her evening prayer is said,
At palace couch and cottage bed;
Her soldier, closing with the foe,
Gives for thy sake a deadlier blow;
His plighted maiden, when she fears
For him, the joy of her young years,
Thinks of thy fate and checks her tears.
And she, the mother of thy boys,
Though in her eye and faded cheek
Is read the grief she will not speak,
The memory of her buried joys,
And even she who gave thee birth,
Will by their pilgrim-circled hearth
Talk of thy doom without a sigh:
For thou art Freedom's now and Fame's,
One of the few, the immortal names,
That were not born to die.
ON THE DEATH OF JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE.
Green be the turf above thee,
Friend of my better days!
None knew thee but to love thee,
Nor named thee but to praise.
Tears fell, when thou wert dying,
From eyes unused to weep,
And long where thou art lying
Will tears the cold turf steep.
When hearts, whose truth was proven
Like thine, are laid in earth,
There should a wreath be woven
To tell the world their worth;
And I, who woke each morrow
To clasp thy hand in mine,
Who shared thy joy and sorrow,
Whose weal and woe were thine—
It should be mine to braid it
Around thy faded brow;
But I've in vain essayed it,
And feel I cannot now.
While memory bids me weep thee,
Nor thoughts nor words are free,
The grief is fixed too deeply
That mourns a man like thee.
CHARLES FARRAR BROWNE.
[From Lecture on the Mormons.]
Brother Kimball is a gay and festive cuss, of some seventy summers, or some'er's there about. He has one thousand head of cattle and a hundred head of wives. He says they are awful eaters.
Mr. Kimball had a son, a lovely young man, who was married to ten interesting wives. But one day while he was absent from home these ten wives went out walking with a handsome young man, which so enraged Mr. Kimball's son—which made Mr. Kimball'a son so jealous—that he shot himself with a horse-pistol.
The doctor who attended him—a very scientific man—informed me that the bullet entered the parallelogram of his diaphragmatic thorax, superinducing hemorrhage in the outer cuticle of his basilicon thaumaturgist. It killed him. I should have thought it would.
(Soft Music.)
I hope this sad end will be a warning to all young wives who go out walking with handsome young men. Mr. Kimball's son is now no more. He sleeps beneath the cypress, the myrtle, and the willow. The music is a dirge by the eminent pianist for Mr. Kimball's son. He died by request.
I regret to say that efforts were made to make a Mormon of me while I was in Utah.
It was leap-year when I was there, and seventeen young widows, the wives of a deceased Mormon, offered me their hearts and hands. I called on them one day, and, taking their soft white hands in mine, which made eighteen hands altogether, I found them in tears, and I said, "Why is this thus? What is the reason of this thusness?"
They hove a sigh—seventeen sighs of different size. They said:
"O, soon thou wilt be gonested away!"
I told them that when I got ready to leave a place I wentested.
They said, "Doth not like us?"
I said, "I doth—I doth."
I also said, "I hope your intentions are honorable, as I am a lone child, my parents being far—far away."
Then they said, "Wilt not marry us?"
I said, "O, no, it cannot was!"
Again they asked me to marry them, and again I declined, when they cried,
"O, cruel man! this is too much! O, too much!"
I told them that it was on account of the muchness that I declined. . . .
(Pointing to Panorama)
A more cheerful view of the desert.
The wild snow-storms have left us and we have thrown our wolf-skin overcoats aside. Certain tribes of far-western Indians bury their distinguished dead by placing them high in air and covering them with valuable furs. That is a very fair representation of those mid-air tombs. Those animals are horses. I know they are, because my artist says so. I had the picture two years before I discovered the fact. The artist came to me about six months ago and said, "It is useless to disguise it from you any longer, they are horses."
It was while crossing this desert that I was surrounded by a band of Ute Indians. They were splendidly mounted. They were dressed in beaver-skins, and they were armed with rifles, knives, and pistols.
What could I do? What could a poor old orphan do? I'm a brave man. The day before the battle of Bull's Run I stood in the highway while the bullets—those dreadful messengers of death—were passing all around me thickly—in wagons—on their way to the battle-field. But there were too many of these Injuns. There were forty of them, and only one of me, and so I said:
"Great chief, I surrender."
His name was Wocky-bocky. He dismounted and approached me. I saw his tomahawk glisten in the morning sunlight. Fire was in his eye. Wocky-bocky came very close
(Pointing to Panorama)
to me and seized me by the hair of my head. He mingled his swarthy fingers with my golden tresses, and he rubbed his dreadful tomahawk across my lily-white face. He said:
"Torsha arrah darrah mishky bookshean!"
I told him he was right.
Wocky-bocky again rubbed his tomahawk across my face, and said:
"Wink-ho-loo-boo!"
Says I, "Mr. Wocky-bocky," says I, "Wocky, I have thought so for years, and so's all our family."
He told me I must go to the tent of the Strong Heart and eat raw dog. It don't agree with mo. I prefer simple food. I prefer pork-pie, because then I know what I'm eating. But as raw dog was all they proposed to give to me I had to eat it or starve. So at the expiration of two days I seized a tin plate and went to the chief's daughter, and I said to her in a silvery voice—in a kind of German-silvery voice—I said:
"Sweet child of the forest, the pale-face wants his dog."
There was nothing but his paws. I had paused too long—which reminds me that time passes—a way which time has. I was told in my youth to seize opportunity. I once tried to seize one. He was rich; he had diamonds on. As I seized him he knocked me down. Since then I have learned that he who seizes opportunity sees the penitentiary.
SAMUEL LANGHORNE CLEMENS.
THE JUMPING FROG OF CALAVERAS COUNTY.
"Well, there was a feller here once by the name of Jim Smiley in the winter of '49, or may be it was the spring of '50—I don't recollect exactly, somehow, though what makes me think it was one or the other is because I remember the big flume warn't finished when he first come to the camp. But any way, he was the curiousest man about, always betting on anything that turned up you ever see, if he could get any body to bet on the other side; and if he couldn't he'd change sides. Any way that suited the other side would suit him—any way just so's he got a bet he was satisfied. But still he was lucky, uncommon lucky; he most always came out winner. He was always ready and laying for a chance. There couldn't be no solit'ry thing mentioned but that feller'd offer to bet on it and take any side you please, as I was just telling you. If there was a horse-race you'd find him flush or you'd find him busted at the end of it. If there was a dog-fight, he'd bet on it; if there was a cat-fight, he'd bet on it; if there was a chicken-fight, he'd bet on it. Why, if there was two birds setting on a fence, he would bet you which one would fly first. Or if there was a camp-meeting, he would be there reg'lar to bet on Parson Walker, which he judged to be the best exhorter about here, and so he was, too, and a good man. If he even see a straddle-bug start to go anywheres he would bet you how long it would take him to get to—to wherever he was going to; and if you took him up he would follow that straddle-bug to Mexico but what he would find out where he was bound for and how long he was on the road. Lots of the boys here has seen that Smiley, and can tell you about him. Why, it never made no difference to him, he'd bet any thing—the dangdest feller. Parson Walker's wife laid very sick once for a good while, and it seemed as if they warn't going to save her; but one morning he come in and Smiley up and asked him how she was, and he said she was consid'able better—thank the Lord for his inf'nit mercy!—and coming on so smart that, with the blessing of Providence, she'd get well yet; and Smiley, before he thought, says, 'Well, I'll resk two-and-a-half she don't, any way.'"
* * * * * * * *
"Well, this yer Smiley had rat-terriers, and chicken-cocks, and tom-cats, and all them kind of things till you couldn't rest, and you couldn't fetch nothing for him to bet on but he'd match you. He ketched a frog one day and look him home, and said he cal'lated to educate him, and so he never done nothing for three months but set in his back-yard and learn that frog to jump. And you bet you he did learn him, too. He'd give him a little punch behind, and the next minute you'd see that frog whirling in the air like a doughnut—see him turn one summerset, or may be a couple, if he got a good start, and come down flat-footed and all right, like a cat. He got him up so in the matter of ketching flies, and kep' him in practice so constant, that he'd nail a fly every time as fur as he could see him. Smiley said all a frog wanted was education and he could do 'most any thing, and I believe him. Why, I've seen him set Dan'l Webster down here on this floor—Dan'l Webster was the name of the frog—and sing out, 'Flies, Dan'l, flies!' and quicker'n you could wink he'd spring straight up and snake a fly off'n the counter there and flop down on the floor ag'in as solid as a gob of mud, and fall to scratching the side of his head with his hind foot as indifferent as if he hadn't no idea he'd been doin' any more'n any frog might do. You never see a frog so modest and straightfor'ard as he was, for all he was so gifted. And when it come to fair and square jumping on a dead level he could get over more ground at one straddle than any animal of his breed you ever see. Jumping on a dead level was his strong suit, you understand, and when it come to that, Smiley would ante up money on him, as long as he had a red. Smiley was monstrous proud of his frog, and well he might be, for fellers that had traveled and been every-wheres all said he laid over any frog that ever they see.
"Well, Smiley kep' the beast in a little lattice-box, and he used to fetch him down-town sometimes and lay for a bet. One day a feller—a stranger in the camp he was—come acrost him with his box and says:
"'What might it be that you've got in the box?'
"And Smiley says, sorter indifferent like, 'It might be a parrot, or it might be a canary, may be, but it ain't—it's only just a frog.'
"And the feller took it, and looked at it careful, and turned it round this way and that, and says, 'H'm—so 'tis. Well, what's he good for?'
"'Well,' Smiley says, easy and careless, 'he's good enough for one thing, I should judge—he can outjump any frog in Calaveras County.'
"The feller took the box again and took another long, particular look and give it back to Smiley, and says, very deliberate; 'Well,' he says, 'I don't see no p'ints about that frog that's any better'n any other frog.'
"'May be you don't,' Smiley says. 'May be you understand frogs, and may be you don't understand 'em; may be you've had experience, and may be you aint only a amature, as it were. Anyways, I've got my opinion, and I'll resk forty dollars that he can outjump any frog in Calaveras County.'
"And the feller studied a minute, and then says, kinder sad like,
"'Well, I'm only a stranger-here, and I aint got no frog; but if I had a frog I'd bet you!'
"And then Smiley says, 'That's all right—that's all right; if you'll hold my box a minute I'll go and get you a frog.' And so the feller took the box, and put up his forty dollars along with Smiley's, and set down to wait.
"So he set there a good while, thinking and thinking to hisself; and then he got the frog out and pried his mouth open, and took a teaspoon and filled him full of quail-shot—filled him pretty near up to his chin—and set him on the floor. Smiley, he went to the swamp and slopped around in the mud for a long time, and finally he ketched a frog, and fetched him in, and give him to this feller, and says, 'Now, if you're ready, set him along-side of Dan'l, with his forepaws just even with Dan'l, and I'll give the word.' Then he says, 'One—two—three—git!' and him and the feller touched up the frogs from behind, and the new frog hopped off lively, but Dan'l give a heave, and hysted up his shoulders—so—like a Frenchman, but it warn't no use—he couldn't budge; he was planted as solid as a church, and wouldn't no more stir than if he was anchored out. Smiley was a good deal surprised, and he was disgusted too, but he didn't have no idea what the matter was, of course.
"The feller took the money and started away; but when he was going out at the door he sorter jerked his thumb over his shoulder—so—at Dan'l, and says again, very deliberate, 'Well,' he says, 'I don't see no p'ints about that frog that's any better'n any other frog.'
"Smiley, he stood scratching his head and looking down at Dan'l a long time; and at last he says, 'I do wonder what in the nation that frog throwed off for. I wonder if there aint something the matter with him—he 'pears to look mighty baggy, somehow.' And he ketched Dan'l by the nap of the neck, and hefted him, and says, 'Why, blame my cats if he don't weigh five pound!' and turned him upside down, and he belched out a double handful of shot. And then he see how it was, and he was the maddest man. He set the frog down and took out after the feller, but he never ketched him."
INDEX.
An Index to the American Authors and Writings and the Principal American Periodicals mentioned in this Volume.
Abraham Lincoln, 143.
Adams and Liberty, 60.
Adams, John, 49.
Adams, J. Q., 72, 85.
Adams, Samuel, 43, 44.
After-Dinner Poem, 135.
After the Funeral, 142.
Age of Reason, The, 51-53, 60.
Ages, The, 153.
Alcott, A. B., 93, 104.
Aldrich, T. B., 170, 197.
Algerine Captive, The, 63.
Algic Researches, 130.
Alhambra, The, 74.
All Quiet Along the Potomac, 184.
Alnwick Castle, 81.
Alsop, Richard, 55, 56.
American, The, 206.
American Civil War, The, 182.
American Conflict, The, 182.
American Flag, The, 80.
American Note-Books, 95, 114, 116, 119, 128.
American Scholar, The, 93, 104, 123.
Ames, Fisher, 50, 51.
Among My Books, 143.
Anabel Lee, 165.
Anarchiad, The, 55.
Army Life in a Black Regiment, 186.
Army of the Potomac, The, 183.
Art of Book-Making, The, 77.
"Artemus Ward," 188, 189-193, 194.
Arthur Mervyn, 63, 65.
At Teague Poteet's, 203.
Atlantic Monthly, The, 136, 143, 150, 151, 185, 186, 195, 197, 208.
Atlantis, 169.
Auf Wiedersehen, 142.
Autobiography, Franklin's, 28, 38, 39, 40, 73.
Autocrat of the Breakfast Table, The, 132, 136, 137.
Autumn, 125.
Backwoodsman, The, 72.
Ballad of the Oysterman, 133.
Ballads and Other Poems, 126.
Bancroft, George, 123, 138, 145, 146.
Barbara Frietchie, 158.
Barlow, Joel, 51, 52, 55-58.
Battle Hymn of the Republic, 183.
Battle of the Kegs, 59.
Battlefield, The, 154.
Bay Fight, The, 184.
Bay Psalm Book, The, 21.
Bedouin Song, 172.
Beecher, H. W., 175, 176.
Beecher, Lyman, 98, 175.
Beers, Mrs. E. L., 184.
Beleaguered City, The, 126, 129.
Belfry of Bruges, The, 126, 127.
Beverly, Robert, 17.
Biglow Papers, The, 139-142, 159, 188.
"Bill Nye," 193.
Black Cat, The, 166.
Black Fox of Salmon River, The, 157.
Blair, James, 14.
Blithedale Romance, The, 95, 118, 172, 209.
Bloody Tenent of Persecution, The, 22, 23.
Blue and the Gray, The, 184.
Boker, G. H., 197.
Bostonians, The, 209.
Boys, The, 134.
Bracebridge Hall, 75, 76, 187.
Bradford's Journal, 21, 24, 25, 31, 33.
Brahma, 105, 109.
Brainard, J. G. C., 156, 157, 175.
Brick Moon, The, 196.
Bridal of Pennacook, The, 157, 159.
Bridge, The, 129.
Broken Heart, The, 77.
Brown, C. B., 63-65.
Browne, C. F. (See "Artemus Ward.")
Brownell, H. H., 184, 185.
Bryant, W. C., 68, 80, 124, 125, 133, 151-155, 162, 169.
Buccaneer, The, 89.
Building of the Ship, The, 127.
Bundle of Letters, A, 206.
Burnett, Mrs. F. H., 205.
Bushnell, Horace, 99.
Busy-Body, The, 38, 53, 74.
Butler, W. A., 170.
Byrd, Wm., 16, 17.
Cable, G. W., 203.
Calhoun, J. C., 46, 86.
Cambridge Thirty Years Ago, 123.
Cape Cod, 111.
Capture of Fugitive Slaves, 140.
Cary, Alice, 173.
Cary, Phoebe, 173.
Cask of Amontillado, The, 166.
Cassandra Southwick, 159.
Cathedral, The, 144.
Cecil Dreeme, 185.
Century Magazine, The, 150, 183, 197.
Chambered Nautilus, The, 135.
Chance Acquaintance, A, 208.
Channing, W. E., 73, 90-92, 93, 97-100, 106.
Channing, W. E., Jr., 106, 110, 119.
Channing, W. H., 106.
Chapel of the Hermits, The, 158.
Character of Milton, The, 91.
Charleston, 184.
Children of Adam, 177.
Choate, Rufus, 89, 90.
Christian Examiner, The, 91.
Circular Letters, by Otis and Quincy, 44.
City in the Sea, The, 162.
Clara Howard, 63.
Clari, 84.
Clarke, J. F., 105, 106.
Clay, Henry, 86.
Clemens, S. L. (See "Mark Twain.")
Columbiad, The, 56, 57.
Common Sense, 51.
Companions of Columbus, 74.
Condensed Novels, 200.
Conduct of Life, The, 107.
Confederate States of America, The, 182.
Conquest of Canaan, 57.
Conquest of Granada, 73, 74, 78.
Conquest of Mexico, 145.
Conquest of Peru, 145.
Conspiracy of Pontiac, The, 147.
Constitution and the Union, The, 87.
Constitution of the United States, The, 45, 85.
Contentment, 85.
Contrast, The, 63.
Conversations on the Gospels, 104.
Conversations on Some of the Old Poets, 143.
Cooke, J. E., 169.
Cooper, J. F., 61, 71, 73, 81-84, 89, 107, 130, 147, 168, 204.
Coral Grove, The, 175.
Cotton, John, 22, 23, 28, 29.
Count Frontenac and New France, 147.
Courtin', The, 141, 188.
Courtship of Miles Standish, The, 26.
Cow Chase, The, 59.
Cranch, C.P., 95, 106.
Crime against Kansas, The, 149
Crisis, The, 51.
Croaker Papers, The, 81.
Culprit Fay, The, 80.
Curtis, G. W., 95, 197.
Daisy Miller, 206.
Dana, C. A., 95, 106, 151.
Dana, R. H., 68, 89.
Danbury News Man, 59, 189.
Dante, Longfellow's, 131.
Davis, Jefferson, 182.
Day is Done, The, 128.
Day of Doom, The, 34.
Death of the Flowers, The, 153, 154.
Declaration of Independence, The, 45, 59, 85.
Deerslayer, The, 83, 84.
Democratic Vistas, 180.
Derby, G. H., 190.
Descent into the Maelstrom, 166.
Deserted Road, The, 173.
Dial, The, 93, 98, 105, 106.
Dialogue Between Franklin and the Gout, 39.
Diamond Lens, The, 186.
Discourse of the Plantation of Virginia, A, 12.
Dolph Heyliger, 75.
Domain of Arnheim, The, 166.
Dorchester Giant, The, 132.
Drake, J. R., 80, 81, 89.
Draper, J. W., 182.
Dream Life, 175.
Drifting, 173.
Driving Home the Cows, 184.
Drum Taps, 180.
Dutchman's Fireside, The, 79.
Dwight, J. S., 95, 100, 106.
Dwight, Theodore, 55, 56.
Dwight, Timothy, 55, 57, 58.
Early Spring in Massachusetts, 111.
Echo, The, 56.
Echo Club, The, 172.
Edgar Huntley, 63, 65.
Edith Linsey, 170.
Edwards, Jonathan, 35-37, 58, 91, 97, 99.
Eggleston, Edward, 202.
Elevator, The, 63, 210.
Eliot, John, 21, 23.
Elsie Venner, 137.
Emerson, Charles, 106.
Emerson, R. W., 88, 93, 96-113, 119, 122, 123,
128, 129, 138, 151, 154, 160, 179.
Endicott's Red Cross, 25, 118.
English Note-Books, 119.
English Traits, 103, 109.
Ephemerae, 176.
Epilogue to Cato, 60.
Eternal Goodness, 158.
Ethan Brand, 117.
Europeans, The, 206, 207.
Evangeline, 129, 130.
Evening Wind, The, 153.
Everett, Edward, 89, 90, 133, 138, 189.
Excelsior, 127.
Excursions, 111.
Expediency of the Federal Constitution, 48.
Eyes and Ears, 176.
F. Smith, 170.
Fable for Critics, A, 105, 142, 144.
Facts in the case of M. Valdemar, The, 164.
Fall of the House of Usher, The, 166.
Familists' Hymn, The, 25.
Fanshawe, 116.
Farewell Address, Washington's, 49.
Faust, Taylor's, 172.
Federalist, The, 48, 49.
Ferdinand and Isabella, 123, 145.
Final Judgment, The, 35.
Finch, F. M., 184.
Fire of Driftwood, The, 128.
Fireside Travels, 123.
Fitz Adam's Story, 141.
Flint, Timothy, 72.
Flood of Years, The, 155.
Footpath, The, 142.
Footsteps of Angels, 126.
Foregone Conclusion, A, 207.
Forest Hymn, 152.
Fortune of the Republic, 107.
Foster, S. C., 173, 174.
France and England in North America, 147.
Franklin, Ben., 28, 37, 40, 52, 53, 73, 74.
Freedom of the Will, 35.
French Poets and Novelists, 205.
Freneau, Philip, 60-62.
Fuller, Margaret, 93, 95, 99, 100, 105, 106, 109, 119, 131.
Galaxy Magazine, The, 197.
Garrison, W. L., 26, 87, 147, 156, 157, 174.
Garrison of Cape Ann, The, 32.
Geography of the Mississippi Valley, 72.
Georgia Spec, The, 63.
Ghost Ball at Congress Hall, The, 170.
Give Me the Old, 170.
Godey's Lady's Book, 150, 160.
Godfrey, Thomas, 63.
Gold Bug, The, 163.
Golden Legend, The, 130.
Good News from Virginia, 18.
Good Word for Winter, A, 143.
Goodrich, S. G., 69, 72, 116.
Graham's Magazine, 150, 160, 162, 164, 171.
Grandfather's Chair, 32.
Grandissimes, The, 203.
Greeley, Horace, 95, 171, 182.
Green River, 153.
Greene, A. G., 85.
Greenfleld Hill, 58.
Guardian Angel, The, 137, 138.
Hail, Columbia! 59, 60, 80.
Hale, E. E., 122, 164, 195, 196.
Halleck, F. G., 80, 81, 89, 109.
Halpine, C. G., 186.
Hamilton, Alexander, 48, 49, 51, 87.
Hannah Thurston, 172.
Hans Breitmann Ballads, 202.
Hans Pfaall, 163.
Harbinger, The, 94, 95.
Harper's Monthly Magazine, 150, 151, 197.
Harris, J. C., 202.
Harte, F. B., 193, 198-202.
Hasty Pudding, 57.
Haunted Palace, The, 165.
Hawthorne, Julian, 118.
Hawthorne, Nathaniel, 9, 18, 25, 32, 56, 63,
93, 95, 105, 106, 108, 114-120, 124, 128,
129, 137, 138, 150, 160, 166, 172, 182, 185,
187, 188, 204, 205, 209.
Hay, John, 201, 202.
Health, A, 85.
Heathen Chinee, The, 200.
Hedge, F. H., 95.
Height of the Ridiculous, The, 132.
Henry, Patrick, 43, 44, 48.
Hiawatha, 61, 130.
Higginson, T. W., 75, 95, 105, 186.
His Level Best, 195.
History of New England, Winthrop's, 24-27.
History of Plymouth Plantation, Bradford's, 24, 25.
History of the Dividing Line, 16, 17.
History of the United Netherlands, 146.
History of the United States, Bancroft's, 123, 146;
Higginson's, 75.
History of Virginia, Beverly's, 17; Smith's, 15; Stith's, 17.
Hoffman, C. F., 170.
Holland, J. G., 197.
Holmes, O. W., 29, 85, 93, 94, 122, 123, 131-138,
141, 151, 153, 160, 183, 186, 187, 188.
Home, Sweet Home, 84.
Homesick in Heaven, 135.
Hooker, Thomas, 28, 30, 31, 99.
Hoosier Schoolmaster, The, 202.
Hopkins, Lemuel, 55.
Hopkinson, Francis, 59.
Hopkinson, Joseph, 59.
Horse-Shoe Robinson, 168.
House of the Seven Gables, The, 115, 118.
Howe, Mrs. J. W., 183.
Howells, W. D., 63, 203-205, 207-210.
Humphreys, David, 55, 56.
Hymn at the Completion of Concord Monument, 110.
Hymn of the Moravian Nuns, 125.
Hymn to the Night, 126.
Hymn to the North Star, 152.
Hyperion, 131.
Ichabod, 158.
If, Yes, and Perhaps, 195.
Iliad, Bryant's, 155.
Illustrious Providences, 29.
In the Tennessee Mountains, 203.
In the Twilight, 142.
In War Time, 157.
Independent, The, 176.
Indian Bible, Eliot's, 21.
Indian Burying-Ground, The, 61.
Indian Student, The, 61.
Indian Summer, 208, 209.
Ingham Papers, 195.
Inklings of Adventure, 169.
Innocents Abroad, 193, 194.
International Episode, An, 206, 207.
Irving, Washington, 42, 53, 68, 71, 73-82,
89, 117, 138, 187, 188, 194, 206.
Israfel, 162.
Italian Journeys, 208.
Italian Note-Books, 119.
James, Henry, 185, 203-210.
Jane Talbot, 63.
Jay, John, 48, 49.
Jefferson, Thomas, 14, 45-48, 50, 52, 61.
Jesuits in North America, The, 147.
Jim, 201.
Jim Bludso, 201.
John Brown's Body, 59, 183.
John Godfrey's Fortune, 172.
"John Phoenix," 190.
John Underhill, 25.
Jonathan to John, 141.
"Josh Billings," 193.
Journey to the Land of Eden, A, 17.
Judd, Sylvester, 144.
Jumping Frog, The, 193.
June, 153, 154.
Justice and Expediency, 157.
Kansas and Nebraska Bill, The, 149.
Katie, 184.
Kennedy, J. P., 168.
Key into the Language of America, A, 23.
Key, F. S., 60.
Kidd, the Pirate, 75.
King's Missive, The, 159.
Knickerbocker Magazine, The, 75, 79, 116, 147, 160.
Knickerbocker's History of New York, 68, 73, 75, 76, 187.
Lady of the Aroostook, The, 207, 209.
Lanier, Sidney, 202.
La Salle and the Discovery of the Great West, 147.
Last Leaf, The, 85, 133.
Last of the Mohicans, The, 83, 84.
Last of the Valerii, The, 205.
Latest Form of Infidelity, The, 99.
Laus Deo, 158.
Leatherstocking Tales, 61, 83, 84.
Leaves of Grass, 176, 177, 179.
Lecture on the Mormons, 190-192.
Legend of Brittany, 138.
Legend of Sleepy Hollow, 75, 77.
Legends of New England, 156, 157.
Legends of the Province House, 118.
Leland, C. G., 202.
Letter on Whitewashing, 59.
Letters and Social Aims, 107.
Letters from Under a Bridge, 169, 170.
Letters of a Traveler, 155.
Liberator, The, 86, 147, 174.
Life of Columbus, Irving's, 74, 78.
Life of Goldsmith, 79.
Life of John of Barneveld, 146.
Life of Washington, Irving's, 78.
Ligeia, 165.
Light of Stars, The, 126.
Lincoln, Abraham, 51, 133, 180, 186, 189.
Lines on Leaving Europe, 170.
Lippincott's Magazine, 197.
Literary Recreations, 160.
Literati of New York, 160.
Little Breeches, 201.
Livingston, William, 53.
Locke, David R., 193.
Longfellow, H. W., 18, 25, 26, 61, 115, 116,
123-131, 133, 138, 139, 141, 142, 151, 159,
160, 162, 167, 172, 179, 197.
Lost Arts, 148.
Lost Cause, The, 182.
Lowell, J. R., 12, 93, 96, 104, 105, 107, 122,
123, 138-144, 151, 154, 159, 160, 172, 174,
183, 187, 188, 197.
Luck of Roaring Camp, The, 199.
Lunatic's Skate, The, 170.
Lyrics of a Day, 184.
MacFingal, 54, 55, 59, 73.
Madison, James, 48, 49, 61.
Madonna of the Future, The, 205.
Magnalia Christi Americana, 19, 28-34,73.
Mahomet and his Successors, 78.
Maine Woods, The, 111.
"Major Jack Downing," 189.
Man of the Crowd, The, 166.
Man-of-War Bird, The, 179.
Man Without a Country, The, 164, 195.
Marble Faun, The, 115, 117, 118, 119.
Marco Bozzaris, 81.
Margaret, 144.
"Mark Twain," 188, 189, 193, 194.
Maryland, My Maryland, 183.
Masque of the Gods, The, 171.
Masque of the Red Death, 166.
Mather, Cotton, 19, 20, 21, 23, 26, 28-34, 36, 73.
Mather, Increase, 29, 31.
Maud Muller, 158.
May-Day, 107.
Maypole of Merrymount, The, 25.
Memoranda of the Civil War, 180.
Memorial History of Boston, 159.
Men Naturally God's Enemies, 35.
Merry Mount, 145.
Messenger, R. H., 170.
Miggles, 200.
"Miles O'Reilly," 186.
Minister's Black Veil, The, 117.
Minister's Wooing, The, 175.
Mitchell, D. G., 175.
Mocking Bird, The, 202.
Modern Instance, A, 208, 209.
Modern Learning, 59.
Modest Request, A, 134.
Money Diggers, The, 75.
Montcalm and Wolfe, 147.
Monterey, 170.
Moore, C. C., 170.
Moore, Frank, 183.
Moral Argument Against Calvinism, The, 90.
Morris, G. P., 170.
Morton's Hope, 145.
Mosses from an Old Manse, 114, 117.
Motley, J. L., 123, 138, 145, 146.
Mount Vernon, 56.
"Mrs. Partington," 189.
MS. Found In a Bottle, 168.
Murder of Lovejoy, The, 123.
Murders in the Rue Morgue, The, 163.
Murfree, Mary N., 203.
Music-Grinders, The, 133.
My Aunt, 133.
My Captain, 180.
My Double and How He Undid Me, 196.
My Garden Acquaintance, 143.
My Lite is Like the Summer Rose, 85.
My Old Kentucky Home, 173.
My Search for the Captain, 186.
My Study Windows, 143.
My Wife and I, 175.
Mystery of Gilgal, The, 201.
Mystery of Marie Roget, The, 163.
Narrative of A. Gordon Pym, The, 166.
Nathaniel Hawthorne and His Wife, 118.
Nature, 93, 101, 103, 107.
Naval History of the United States, 81.
Nearer Home, 173.
Negro Melodies, 173.
Nelly was a Lady, 173.
New England Tragedies, 25.
New England Two Centuries Ago, 141, 143.
New System of English Grammar, A, 190.
New York Evening Post, The, 152, 155.
New York Tribune, The, 95, 171.
Newell, R. H., 193.
North American Review, The, 89, 116, 124, 143, 151, 152.
Norton, Andrews, 99.
Notes on Virginia, 47.
Nothing to Wear, 170.
Nux Postcoenatica, 134.
O, Susanna, 173.
O'Brien, F. J., 185.
Observations on the Boston Port Bill, 44.
Occultation of Orion, The, 127, 139.
Ode at the Harvard Commemoration, 142.
Ode for a Social Meeting, 134.
Ode to Freedom, 140.
Odyssey, Bryant's, 155.
Old Clock on the Stairs, The, 127.
Old Creole Days, 203.
Old Folks at Home, 173.
Old Grimes, 85.
Old Ironsides, 132.
Old Oaken Bucket, The, 84.
Old Pennsylvania Farmer, The, 171.
Old Régime in Canada, The, 147.
Old Sergeant, The, 184.
On a Certain Condescension in Foreigners, 141.
One Hoss Shay, The, 135, 188.
Oregon Trail, The, 147.
Ormond, 63, 64.
"Orpheus C. Kerr," 193.
Orphic Sayings, 105.
Osgood, Mrs. K. P., 184.
Otis, James, 43-45.
Our Master, 158.
Our Old Home, 119.
Out of the Question, 209.
Outcasts of Poker Flat, The, 199, 200.
Outre-Mer, 124.
Overland Monthly, The, 199.
Over-Soul, The, 105.
Paine, R. T., 60.
Paine, Tom, 51-53.
Panorama, The, 157.
Paper, 39.
Parker, Theodore, 97-100, 106.
Parkman, Francis, 123, 145, 146, 147.
Parlor Car, The, 210.
Partisan, The, 168.
Passionate Pilgrim, A, 305.
Pathfinder, The, 83.
Paulding, J. K., 72, 74, 79,80.
Payne, J. H., 84.
Pearl of Orr's Island, The, 175.
Pencilings by the Way, 169.
Pension Beaurepas, The, 206.
Percival, J. G., 175.
Percy, George, 12, 19.
"Peter Parley," 69.
"Petroleum V. Nasby," 193.
Phenomena Quaedam Apocalyptica, 33.
Phillips, Wendell, 122, 123, 147, 148, 157,
Philosophic Solitude, 53.
Philosophy of Composition, 163.
Phoenixiana, 189.
Piatt, J. J., 184, 202, 208.
Pictures of Memory, 173.
Pilot, The, 84.
Pink and White Tyranny, 175.
Pinkney, E. C., 85.
Pioneer, The, 138.
Pioneers, The, 71, 83.
Pioneers of France in the New World, 147.
Plain Language from Truthful James, 200
Planting of the Apple-Tree, The, 155.
Plato, Emerson on, 108.
Poe, E. A., 63, 80, 85, 106, 116, 117, 130, 138,
150, 153, 160-169, 182, 186, 196.
Poems of the Orient, 171.
Poems of Two Friends, 208.
Poems on Slavery, 128.
Poet at the Breakfast Table, The, 136.
Poetic Principle, The, 164.
Poetry: A Metrical Essay, 133.
Poet's Hope, A, 105.
Political Green House, The, 56.
Pollard, E. A., 182.
Pons, Maximus, 173.
Poor Richard's Almanac, 39, 40.
Portraits of Places, 207.
Prairie, The, 83.
Prentice, G. D., 156, 189.
Prescott, W. H., 123, 145, 146, 151, 182.
Present Crisis, The, 140.
Pride of the Village, The, 77.
Prince Deukalion, 171.
Prince of Parthia, The, 63.
Problem, The, 110.
Professor at the Breakfast Table, The, 136, 137.
Progress to the Mines, A, 17.
Prologue, The, 135.
Prophecy of Samuel Sewell, The, 33.
Prophet, The, 171.
Psalm of Life, The, 126, 127.
Purloined Letter, The, 163.
Putnam's Monthly, 123, 197.
Quaker Widow, The, 171.
Quincy, Josiah, 43-45.
Rag Man and Rag Woman, The, 196.
Randall, J. R., 183.
Randolph, John, 46.
Raven, The, 163, 165.
Read, T. B., 173.
Reaper and the Flowers, The, 126.
Rebellion Record, The, 183.
Recollections of a Life-time, 69, 72.
Red Rover, The, 84.
Register, The, 210.
Remarks on Associations, 91.
Remarks on National Literature, 91, 100.
Reply to Hayne, Webster's, 87.
Representative Men, 102, 107, 109.
Resignation, 128.
Reveries of a Bachelor, 175.
Rhoecus, 138.
Rhymes of Travel, 171.
Riding to Vote, 184.
Rights of the British Colonies, 45.
Ripley, George, 95, 99, 100, 106, 151.
Rip Van Winkle, 75.
Rip Van Winkle, M.D., 134.
Rise and Fall of the Confederate States, 182.
Rise and Fall of the Slave Power, 182.
Rise of the Dutch Republic, 146.
Rob of the Bowl, 168.
Roderick Hudson, 206.
Roughing It, 193, 194.
Salmagundi, 74, 79, 155.
Sandys, George, 16, 19.
San Francisco, 198.
Scarlet Letter, The, 35, 117, 118.
School Days, 156.
Schoolcraft, H. R., 130.
Science of English Verse, 202.
Scribner's Monthly, 197.
Scripture Poems, 169.
Seaside and Fireside, 126, 127.
Seaweed, 127, 129.
Selling of Joseph, The, 33.
September Gale, The, 133.
Sewall, J, M., 60.
Sewall, Samuel, 32, 33.
Shakespeare, Ode, 89.
Shaw, H. W., 193.
Shepherd of King Admetus, The, 138.
Sheridan's Ride, 173.
Shillaber, B. P., 189.
Sigourney, Mrs. L. H., 107, 175.
Silas, Lapham, 209.
Simms, W. G., 168.
Simple Cobbler of Agawam, The, 20.
Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God, 35.
Skeleton in Armor, The, 127.
Skeleton in the Closet, The, 196.
Sketch Book, The, 73-75, 77.
Skipper Ireson's Ride, 158.
Sleeper, The, 165.
Sleeping Car, The, 63.
Smith, Elihu, 55.
Smith, John, 11, 12, 15, 19, 24.
Smith, Seba, 189.
Snow-Bound, 159.
Society and Solitude, 107.
Song for a Temperance Dinner, 134.
Song of the Chattahoochie, 202.
Southern Literary Messenger, The, 160, 162.
Southern Passages and Pictures, 169.
Sparkling and Bright, 170.
Specimen Days, 180.
Specimens of Foreign Standard Literature, 100.
Sphinx, The, 135.
Sprague, Charles, 89.
Spring, 170.
Spy, The, 83.
Squibob Papers, 180.
Star Papers, 176.
Star-Spangled Banner, The, 60, 80.
Stedman, E. C., 197.
Stephens, A. H., 182.
Stith, William, 17.
Stoddard, R. H., 170, 197.
Story of Kennett, The, 172.
Stowe, Mrs. H. B., 174, 175.
Strachey, William, 11.
Stuart, Moses, 98.
Suburban Sketches, 208.
Sumner, Charles, 122, 132, 124, 142, 148, 157, 174.
Supernaturalism in New England, 160.
Swallow Barn, 168.
Swinton, W., 183.
Sybaris and Other Homes, 195.
Tales of a Traveler, 75.
Tales of a Wayside Inn, 159.
Tales of the Glauber Spa, 155.
Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque, 166.
Tamerlane, 161.
Tanglewood Tales, 119.
Taylor, Bayard, 170-173.
Telling the Bees, 159.
Ten Times One is Ten, 195.
Tennessee's Partner, 200.
Tent on the Beach, The, 159.
Thanatopsis, 68, 80, 125, 152, 153, 155.
Their Wedding Journey, 208.
Theology, Dwight's, 58.
Thirty Poems, 154.
Thoreau, H. D., 93, 96, 106, 109, 110, 114,
119, 122, 123, 125, 151, 179, 182.
Timrod, Henry, 184.
To a Waterfowl, 153.
To Helen, 162.
To M—— from Abroad, 170.
To One in Paradise, 165.
To Seneca Lake, 175.
Tour on the Prairies, A, 71.
Tramp Abroad, A, 193.
Transcendentalist, The, 101, 102.
Travels, Dwight's, 53.
Treatise Concerning Religious Affections, 36.
Triumph of Infidelity, 58.
True Grandeur of Nations, The, 149.
True Relation, Smith's, 15.
True Repertory of the Wrack of Sir Thomas Gates, 11.
Trumbull, John, 54, 55, 73.
Twice-Told Tales, 115, 117, 118.
Two Rivers, 112.
Tyler, Royall, 63.
Ulalume, 165.
Uncle Ned, 173.
Uncle Remus, 202.
Uncle Tom's Cabin, 174.
Under the Willows, 142.
Undiscovered Country, The, 209.
Unknown Dead, The, 184.
Unseen Spirits, 170.
Valley of Unrest, The, 162.
Vanity Fair, 190.
Vassall Morton, 145.
Venetian Life, 208.
Views Afoot, 171.
Villa Franca, 142.
Village Blacksmith, The, 127.
Virginia Comedians, The, 196.
Vision of Columbus, The, 56, 57.
Vision of Sir Launfal, The, 140, 141.
Visit from St. Nicholas, A, 170.
Voices of Freedom, 157.
Voices of the Night, 124, 126.
Voluntaries, 110.
Von Kempelen's Discovery, 154.
Walden, 111.
Wants of Man, The, 85.
War Lyrics, 184.
Ward, Nathaniel, 20.
Ware, Henry, 99.
Washers of the Shroud, The, 142.
Washington, George, 49, 51.
Washington as a Camp, 185.
Washington Square, 185.
'Way Down South, 173.
Webster, Daniel, 73, 86-89, 90, 158, 187.
Webster's Spelling-Book, 69.
Week on the Concord and Merrimac Rivers, A, 111.
Western Windows, 202.
Westminster Abbey, 77.
Westover MSS., The, 16.
Westward Ho! 72.
What Mr. Robinson thinks, 140.
What was It?, 186.
Whistle, The, 39.
Whitaker, Alexander, 18.
White, R. G., 197.
Whitman, Walt, 126, 176-180, 183.
Whittier, J. G., 18, 25, 26, 32, 33, 93, 133,
138, 155-160, 167, 174, 175, 179, 183, 185, 197.
Wieland, 63, 65.
Wigglesworth, Michael, 34.
Wild Honeysuckle, The, 61.
Wilde, R. H., 84.
William Wilson, 166.
Williams, Roger, 22, 23.
Willis, N. P., 71, 153, 169, 171, 176.
Willson Forceythe, 184.
Wilson, Henry, 182.
Winter Evening Hymn to My Fire, 142,
Winthrop, John, 12, 21, 23-28, 31, 33.
Winthrop, Theodore, 184.
Witchcraft, 143.
Witch's Daughter, The, 157.
Wolfert's Roost, 75.
Wolfert Webber, 75.
Woman in the Nineteenth Century, 105.
Wonder Book, 119.
Wonders of the Invisible World, 21, 32.
Woods, Leonard, 98.
Woods in Winter, 125.
Woodman, Spare that Tree, 170.
Woodworth, Samuel, 84.
Woolman's Journal, 65, 66, 157.
Wound-Dresser, The, 178.
Wrath Upon the Wicked, 35.
Wreck of the Hesperus, The, 127, 129.
Yankee Doodle, 59.
Yankee in Canada, 111.
Year's Life, A, 138.
Yemassee, The, 168.