for her amusement, or to flee from her presence. Was
sorrow master of the situation?
Of this tyranny Margaret was equally intolerant. The mourner must
be uplifted through her to now hope and joy. Frivolity and all unworthiness, had reason to fear her, for
she denounced them to the face, with somnambulic unconcern.
But where high joys were in the ascendent, there stood Margaret, quick with her inner
interpretation, adding to human rapture itself the deep,
calm lessening of divine reason. A priestess of life-glories, she magnified her office, and in its grandeur
sometimes grew grandiloquent. But with all this her sense was solid, and her meaning clear and worthy.
Emerson had also a priesthood, but at a different order. The calm, severe judgment, the unpardoning taste, the deliberation which not only preceded but also followed his utterances, carried him to a remoteness from the common life of common people, and allowed no intermingling of this life with his own. For him, too, came a time of fusion which vindicated his interest in the great issues of his time. But this was not in Margaret's day, and to her he seemed the palm-tree in the desert, graceful and admirable, bearing aloft & waving crest, but spreading no sheltering and embracing branches.
William Henry Channing, whose reminiscences of Margaret stand fast in order in the memoirs 'already published, was more nearly allied to her in character than either of his coadjutors. If Emerson's bane was a want of fusion, the ruling characteristic of Mr. Channing was a heart that melted almost too easily at the touch of human sympathy, and whose heat and glow of feeling may sometimes have overswept the calmer power of judgment.
