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of, the one voice that reached him and moved him 

 among his contemporaries. He felt Emerson's se- 

 renity and courage, and seemed to cling to, while he 

 ridiculed, that New World hope that shone in him so 

 brightly. 



The ship that carries the most sail is most buf- 

 feted by the winds and storms. Carlyle carried more 

 sail than Emerson did, and the very winds of the 

 globe he confronted and opposed; the one great 

 movement of the modern world, the democratic 

 movement, the coming forward of the people in their 

 own right, he assailed and ridiculed in a vocabulary 

 the most copious and telling that was probably ever 

 used, and with a concern and a seriousness most im- 

 pressive. 



Much as we love and revere Emerson and immeas- 

 urable as his service has been, especially to the 

 younger and more penetrating minds, I think it will 

 not do at all to say, as one of our critics (Mr. Sted- 

 man) has lately said, that Emerson is as " far above 

 Carlyle as the affairs of the soul and universe are 

 above those of the contemporary, or even the historic, 

 world." Above him he certainly was, in a thinner, 

 colder air, but not in any sense that implies greater 

 power or a farther range. His sympathies with the 

 concrete world and his gripe upon it were far less 

 than Carlyle's. He bore no such burden, he fought 

 no such battle, as the latter did. His mass, his ve- 

 locity, his penetrating power, are far less. A tran- 

 quil, high-sailing, fair-weather cloud is Emerson, and 

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