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"And now I begin to feel—and perhaps should have sooner felt—that we have talked enough of the Old Manse. Mine 
honored reader, it may be, will vilify the poor author as an egotist for babbling through so many pages about 
a mossgrown country parsonage, and his life within its walls, and on the river, and in the woods, and the 
influences that wrought upon him from all these sources. My conscience, however, does not reproach me with 
betraying anything too sacredly individual to be revealed by a human spirit to its brother or sister spirit. 
How narrow-how shallow and scanty too—is the stream of thought that has been flowing from my pen, compared 
with the broad tide of dim emotions, ideas, and associations which swell around me from that portion of my 
existence! How little have I told! and of that little, how almost nothing is even tinctured with any quality 
that makes it exclusively my own! Has the reader gone wandering, hand in hand with me, through the inner 
passages of my being? and have we groped together into all its chambers and examined their treasures or their 
rubbish? Not so. We have been standing on the greensward, but just within the cavern’s mouth, where the common 
sunshine is free to penetrate, and where every footstep is therefore free to come. I have appealed to no 
sentiment or sensibilities save such as are diffused among us all. So far as I am a man of really individual 
attributes I veil my face; nor am I, nor have I ever been, one of those supremely hospitable people who serve 
up their own hearts, delicately fried, with brain sauce, as a tidbit for their beloved public. ","I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new. Shall I not call God the 
Beautiful, who daily showeth himself so to me in his gifts? I chide society, I embrace solitude, and yet I am 
not so ungrateful as not to see the wise, the lovely and the noble-minded, as from time to time they pass my 
gate. Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine,—a possession for all time. Nor is Nature so poor but she 
gives me this joy several times, and thus we weave social threads of our own, a new web of relations; and, as 
many thoughts in succession substantiate themselves, we shall by and by stand in a new world of our own 
creation, and no longer strangers and pilgrims in a traditionary globe. My friends have come to me unsought. 
The great God gave them to me. By oldest right, by the divine affinity of virtue with itself, I find them, 
or rather not I but the Deity in me and in them derides and cancels the thick walls of individual character, 
relation, age, sex, circumstance, at which he usually connives, and now makes many one. High thanks I owe you, 
excellent lovers, who carry out the world for me to new and noble depths, and enlarge the meaning of all my 
thoughts. These are new poetry of the first Bard,—poetry without stop,—hymn, ode and epic, poetry still 
flowing, Apollo and the Muses chanting still. Will these too separate themselves from me again, or some of 
them? I know not, but I fear it not; for my relation to them is so pure, that we hold by simple affinity, 
and the Genius of my life being thus social, the same affinity will exert its energy on whomsoever is as 
noble as these men and women, wherever I may be. ",2.0
"    Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,                          ","    To few the godlike gift assigns,                                ",0.0
And pray that never child of song,"Yet once again, dear parted shade,",2.0
"I used to see a large box by the railroad, six feet long by three wide, in which the laborers locked up their 
tools at night, and it suggested to me that every man who was hard pushed might get such a one for a dollar, 
and, having bored a few auger holes in it, to admit the air at least, get into it when it rained and at night, 
and hook down the lid, and so have freedom in his love, and in his soul be free.","If I have freedom in my love,
And in my soul am free.",5.0
And pray that never child of song,     Ah! what will every dirge avail!,2.0
And pray that never child of song,     That mourn beneath the gliding sail!,2.0
    To lead in memorable triumph home,"  Strange shades o'erbrow the valleys deep,",0.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,"  At solemn turney hung on high,",1.0
"    Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,                          ","  I view that oak, the fancied glades among,",0.0
"The uncommon vigor of the child at length roused the mother. She started up, at a distance facing Captain 
Delano. But as if not at all concerned at the attitude in which she had been caught, delightedly she caught 
the child up, with maternal transports, covering it with kisses.
There’s naked nature, now; pure tenderness and love, thought Captain Delano, well pleased.
This incident prompted him to remark the other negresses more particularly than before. He was gratified with 
their manners: like most uncivilized women, they seemed at once tender of heart and tough of constitution; 
equally ready to die for their infants or fight for them. Unsophisticated as leopardesses; loving as doves. 
Ah! thought Captain Delano, these, perhaps, are some of the very women whom Ledyard saw in Africa, and gave 
such a noble account of.","In wandering over the barren plains of inhospitable Denmark,through honest Sweden, and frozen Lapland, rude 
and churlish Finland, unprincipled Russia, and the wide spread regions of the wandering Tartar, if hungry, 
dry, cold, wet, or sick, the womenhave ever been friendly to me, and uniformly so; and to add to this virtue, 
(so worthy the application of benevolence) these actions have been performed in so free, and so kind a manner,
that if I was dry, I drank the sweet draught, and if hungry, I eat the coarse morsel with a double relish.",4.0
"In summer, too, Canute-like, sitting here, one is often reminded of the sea. For not only do long ground-swells 
roll the slanting grain, and little wavelets of the grass ripple over upon the low piazza, as their beach, 
and the blown down of dandelions is wafted like the spray, and the purple of the mountains is just 
the purple of the billows, and a still August noon broods upon the deep meadows, as a calm upon the Line; 
but the vastness and the lonesomeness are so oceanic, and the silence and the sameness, too, that 
the first peep of a strange house, rising beyond the trees, is for all the world like spying, 
on the Barbary coast, an unknown sail.","Perhaps the reader, whom I cannot help considering as my guest in the Old Manse, and entitled to all courtesy 
in the way of sight-showing,　--perhaps he will choose to take a nearer view of the memorable spot. 
We stand now on the river’s brink. It may well be called the Concord, --the river of peace and quietness; 
for it is certainly the most unexcitable and sluggish stream that ever loitered imperceptibly towards 
its eternity, --the sea. Positively I had lived three weeks beside it before it grew quite clear to 
my perception which way the current flowed. It never has a vivacious aspect, except when a northwestern breeze 
is vexing its surface on a sunshiny day. From the incurable indolence of its nature, the stream 
is happily incapable of becoming the slave of human ingenuity, as is the fate of so many a wild, 
free mountain torrent. While all things else are compelled to subserve some useful purpose, it idles 
its sluggish life away in lazy liberty, without turning a solitary spindle or affording even water-power 
enough to grind the corn that grows upon its banks. The torpor of its movement allows it nowhere a bright, 
pebbly shore, nor so much as a narrow strip of glistening sand, in any part of its course. 
It slumbers between broad prairies, kissing the long meadow grass, and bathes the
overhanging boughs of elder-bushes and willows, or the roots of elms and ash-trees and clumps of maples. 
Flags and rushes grow along its plashy shore; the yellow water-lily spreads its broad, flat leaves on 
the margin; and the fragrant white pond-lily abounds, generally selecting a position just so far from 
the river’s brink that it cannot be grasped save at the hazard of plunging in.",3.0
"he who pronounced himself gentleman, could also rightfully assume the meek, but kingly style of Christian.",I dare without usurpation assume the honourable Stile of a Christian.,3.0
"In most books, the I, or first person, is omitted; in this it will be retained; that, in respect to egotism, 
is the main difference. ","Writing is worthless except as the record of life; and no great man ever was satisfied thus to express all his 
being. His book should be only an indication of himself.",3.0
The dripping of the oar suspended!,  On which that ancient trump he reach'd was hung:,1.0
"on the seventh day after leaving port, at three o’clock in the morning, all the Spaniards being asleep except 
the two officers on the watch, who were the boatswain, Juan Robles, and the carpenter, Juan Bautista Gayete, 
and the helmsman and his boy, the negroes revolted suddenly, wounded dangerously the boatswain and the 
carpenter, and successively killed eighteen men of those who were sleeping upon deck, some with hand-spikes 
and hatchets, and others by throwing them alive overboard, after tying them; that of the Spaniards upon deck, 
they left about seven, as he thinks, alive and tied, to manoeuvre the ship, and three or four more, who hid 
themselves, remained also alive. Although in the act of revolt the negroes made themselves masters of the 
hatchway, six or seven wounded went through it to the cockpit, without any hindrance on their part; that 
during the act of revolt, the mate and another person, whose name he does not recollect, attempted to come up 
through the hatchway, but being quickly wounded, were obliged to return to the cabin; that the deponent 
resolved at break of day to come up the companion-way, where the negro Babo was, being the ringleader, and 
Atufal, who assisted him, and having spoken to them, exhorted them to cease committing such atrocities, 
asking them, at the same time, what they wanted and intended to do, offering, himself, to obey their commands; 
that notwithstanding this, they threw, in his presence, three men, alive and tied, overboard; that they told 
the deponent to come up, and that they would not kill him; which having done, the negro Babo asked him whether 
there were in those seas any negro countries where they might be carried, and he answered them, No; that the 
negro Babo afterwards told him to carry them to Senegal, or to the neighboring islands of St. Nicholas; and 
he answered, that this was impossible, on account of the great distance, the necessity involved of rounding 
Cape Horn, the bad condition of the vessel, the want of provisions, sails, and water; but that the negro Babo 
replied to him he must carry them in any way; that they would do and conform themselves to everything the 
deponent should require as to eating and drinking; that after a long conference, being absolutely compelled 
to please them, for they threatened to kill all the whites if they were not, at all events, carried to Senegal, 
he told them that what was most wanting for the voyage was water; that they would go near the coast to take it, 
and thence they would proceed on their course; that the negro Babo agreed to it; and the deponent steered 
towards the intermediate ports, hoping to meet some Spanish, or foreign vessel that would save them","""The Spanish captain then informed us that he was compelled by the slaves to say, that he was from Buenos 
Ayres, bound to Lima; that he was not from Buenos Ayres, but sailed on the 20th of December last from 
Valparaiso for Lima, with upwards of seventy slaves on board; that on the 26th of December, the slaves rose 
upon the ship, and took possession of her, and put to death eighteen white men, and threw overboard at 
different periods after, seven more; that the slaves had commanded him to go to Senegal; that he had kept 
to sea until his water was expended, and had made this port to get it; and also with a view to save his own
and the remainder of his people's lives if possible, by running away from his ship with his boat.""",5.0
    Nor leaves her Speech one word to aid the sigh,  Him whose school above the rest,0.0
and not detect the motes in his eyes,"And why beholdest thou the mote that is in thy brother's eye, but considerest not the beam that is in 
thine own eye?",5.0
"Often groping in vain in their pockets, they can not but give in to the Descartian vortices",are circulating like the vortices (or vortexes) of Descartes.,4.0
"Never shall I get down the vile inventory! How, if with paperand with pencil I went out into the starry night to inventorize the heavens? Who shall tell stars as teaspoons? Who shall putdown the charms of Lucy Tartan on paper?","O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted! I will give
out divers schedules of my beauty. It shall be
inventoried and every particle and utensil labeled
to my will: as, item, two lips indifferent red; item,
two gray eyes with lids to them; item, one neck, one
chin, and so forth. Were you sent hither to praise
me?",4.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"  And gaze her visions wild, and feel unmix'd her flame!",1.0
"We move above the moving tree
In light upon the figured leaf","So that still garden of the souls 
In many a figured leaf enrolls 
The total world since life began.",4.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,     That mourn beneath the gliding sail!,2.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,     Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view!,2.0
"That fond ideality which, in the eyes of affection, hallows the least trinket once familiar to the person of a departed love; with Pierre that talisman touched the whole earthly landscape about him; for remembering that on those hills his own fine fathers had gazed; through those woods, over these lawns, by that stream, along these tangled paths, many a grand-dame of his had merrily strolled when a girl; vividly recalling these things, Pierre deemed all that part of the earth a love-token; so that his very horizon was to him as a memorial ring.","Here, as usual, I experienced the happiness of looking at objects my ancestors loved  to regard, and which always have had a strong and near interest with me.",3.0
By virtue's holiest Powers attended.,  Had touch'd that fatal zone to her denied!,1.0
"The Finger of God? But it is not merely the Finger, it is the whole outspread Hand of God; for doth not
Scripture intimate, that He holdeth all of us in the hollow of His hand? —-a Hollow, truly!","Who has measured the waters in the hollow of his hand, 
or with the breadth of his hand marked off the heavens?
Who has held the dust of the earth in a basket, 
or weighed the mountains on the scales 
and the hills in a balance?",4.0
"The showers refresh the deserts; but in these isles, rain never falls. Like split Syrian gourds left withering 
in the sun, they are cracked by an everlasting drought beneath a torrid sky. “Have mercy upon me,” the wailing 
spirit of the Encantadas seems to cry, “and send Lazarus that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and 
cool my tongue, for I am tormented in this flame.”","And he cried and said, Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he may dip the tip of his 
finger in water, and cool my tongue; for I am tormented in this flame.",5.0
"That will not leave us, but prevents us everywhere.","Some natural tears they dropt, but wiped them soon;
The world was all before them, where to choose
Their place of rest, and Providence their guide:
They, hand in hand, with wandering steps and slow,
Through Eden took their solitary way. ",4.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,     Dun Night has veil'd the solemn view!,2.0
"It is not necessary that a man should earn his living by the sweat of his brow,
unless he sweats easier than I do. ","In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; 
for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.",5.0
"Now let us, as we float along,","The friend shall view yon whitening spire,",2.0
And pray that never child of song,"  Where he who thinks, with rapture blind,",1.0
"Well, well, well, well, well; of all colics, save me from the melloncholics; 
green melons is the greenest thing!","Excuse this old woman’s letter; but my lemancholy don’t depend upon health, 
for it is just the same, well or ill, or here or there. ",3.0
    To seek the general mart of Christendom;,"  And holy Genii guard the rock,",0.0
And pray that never child of song,And see the fairy valleys fade;,2.0
"Never rave, Pieire; and never rant. Your father never dideither;","Who loves, raves— ’t is youth’s frenzy . . .",4.0
"    Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come                     ",  Had touch'd that fatal zone to her denied!,0.0
"It is not necessary that a man should earn his living by the sweat of his brow,
unless he sweats easier than I do. ","In the sweat of thy face shalt thou eat bread, till thou return unto the ground; 
for out of it wast thou taken: for dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return.",5.0
"I also have in my mind that seemingly wealthy, but most terribly impoverished class of all, who
have accumulated dross, but know not how to use it, or get rid of it, and thus have forged their own golden 
or silver fetters.","A fool I to him firmly hold, that loves his fetters though they were of gold.",4.0
"In the middle, not only in the middle of the way
But all the way, in a dark wood","In the middle of the journey of our life,
I found myself in a dark wood,
Having lost the straight path.",4.0
"    That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone","    Of all the sons of soul, was known;",0.0
"So, through long previous generations, whether of births or thoughts. 
Fate strikes the present man. Idly he disowns the blow’s effect, because he felt no blow, 
and indeed, received no blow. But Pierre was not arguing Fixed Fate and Free Will, now; 
Fixed Fate and Free Will were arguing him, and Fixed Fate got the better in the debate.","In discourse more sweet
(For Eloquence the Soul, Song charms the Sense,)
Others apart sat on a Hill retir'd,
In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high
Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will and Fate,
Fixt Fate, free will, foreknowledg absolute,
And found no end, in wandring mazes lost.",4.0
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar;,"  From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew,                      ",1.0
    To lead in memorable triumph home,"  An Eden, like his own, lies spread:",0.0
"At length, when pretty well again, and sitting out, in the September morning, upon the piazza, and thinking 
to myself, when, just after a little flock of sheep, the farmer’s banded children passed, a-nutting, and said, 
“How sweet a day” --it was, after all, but what their fathers call a weather-breeder —-and, indeed, was become 
so sensitive through my illness, as that I could not bear to look upon a Chinese creeper of my adoption, and 
which, to my delight, climbing a post of the piazza, had burst out in starry bloom, but now, if you removed 
the leaves a little, showed millions of strange, cankerous worms, which, feeding upon those blossoms, 
so shared their blessed hue, as to make it unblessed evermore —-worms, whose germs had doubtless lurked 
in the very bulb which, so hopefully, I had planted: in this ingrate peevishness of my weary convalescence, 
was I sitting there; when, suddenly looking off, I saw the golden mountain-window, dazzling like a deep-sea 
dolphin. Fairies there, thought I, once more; the queen of fairies at her fairy-window; at any rate, 
some glad mountain-girl; it will do me good, it will cure this weariness, to look on her. No more; 
I’ll launch my yawl — ho, cheerly, heart! and push away for fairy-land—for rainbow’s end, in fairy-land.","Glancing back over what I have written, it seems but the scattered reminiscences of a single summer. 
In fairyland there is no measurement of time; and, in a spot so sheltered from the turmoil of life’s ocean, 
three years hastened away with a noiseless flight, as the breezy sunshine chases the cloud-shadows 
across the depths of a still valley. Now came hints, growing more and more distinct, that the owner of 
the old house was pining for his native air. Carpenters next, appeared, making a tremendous racket 
among the outbuildings, strewing the green grass with pine shavings and chips of chestnut joists, 
and vexing the whole antiquity of the place with their discordant renovations. Soon, moreover, 
they divested our abode of the veil of woodbine which had crept over a large portion of its southern face. 
All the aged mosses were cleared unsparingly away; and there were horrible whispers about brushing up 
the external walls with a coat of paint,　—-a purpose as little to my taste as might be that of 
rouging the venerable cheeks of one’s grandmother. But the hand that renovates is always more sacrilegious　
than that which destroys. In fine, we gathered up our household goods, drank a farewell cup of tea 
in our pleasant little breakfast-room,　—-delicately fragrant tea, an unpurchasable luxury, 
one of the many angel gifts that had fallen like dew upon us, 
-—and passed forth between the tall stone gate-posts as uncertain as the wandering Arabs 
where our tent might next be pitched. Providence took me by the hand, and—an oddity of dispensation 
which, I trust, there is no irreverence in smiling at —-has led me, as the newspapers announce 
while I am writing, from the Old Manse into a custom-house. As a story-teller, I have often contrived 
strange vicissitudes for my imaginary personages, but none like this. ",4.0
"    Learned and wise, hath perished utterly,                          ",  Or curtain'd close such scene from every future view.,0.0
"How calm! how still! the only sound,",     Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near!,2.0
"On either hand dung to by a girl who would have laid down her life for him; Pierre, nevertheless, 
in his deepest, highest part, was utterly without sympathy from any thing divine, human, brute, or vegetable. 
One in a city of hundreds of thousands of human beings, Pierre was solitary as at the Pole.",Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.,3.0
"    Truth, their immortal Una? Babylon,","  In braided dance, their murmurs join'd,",0.0
May know that Poet's sorrows more.                         ,"     To breezy lawn, or forest deep,",2.0