I find this young man worthy
   If he was half as bad, he would have been too bad to be
   If he was not there to your touch, it was no fault of his
   In the South there was nothing but a mistaken social ideal
   Incredible in their insipidity
   Industrial slavery
   Lincoln
   Love of freedom and the hope of justice
   Lowell
   Man who had so much of the boy in him
   Men who took themselves so seriously as that need
   Met with kindness, if not honor
   Might so far forget myself as to be a novelist
   Napoleonic height which spiritually overtops the Alps
   Never paid in anything but hopes of paying
   Not quite himself till he had made you aware of his quality
   Odious hilarity, without meaning and without remission
   Praised extravagantly, and in the wrong place
   Quebec was a bit of the seventeenth century
   Remember the dinner-bell
   Seen through the wrong end of the telescope
   Stoddard
   Things common to all, however peculiar in each
   Thoreau
   Visited one of the great mills
   Welcome me, and make the least of my shyness and strangeness
   Wit that tries its teeth upon everything