. Literary friends and acquaintance : a personal retrospect of American authorship. c trader, which has hailed her. Sheshouts back through her captains that she isfrom Calcutta, and laden with silks, spices, and otherorient treasures, and in her turn she requires like an-swer from the sail which has presumed to enter into par-ley with her. ^ What cargo ? The trader confessesto a mixed cargo for Boston, and to the final question,her master replies in meek apology, Only from Liver-pool, sir! and scuttles down the horizon as swiftly aspossible. Dana was not of the Cambridge men whose cal
. Literary friends and acquaintance : a personal retrospect of American authorship. c trader, which has hailed her. Sheshouts back through her captains that she isfrom Calcutta, and laden with silks, spices, and otherorient treasures, and in her turn she requires like an-swer from the sail which has presumed to enter into par-ley with her. ^ What cargo ? The trader confessesto a mixed cargo for Boston, and to the final question,her master replies in meek apology, Only from Liver-pool, sir! and scuttles down the horizon as swiftly aspossible. Dana was not of the Cambridge men whose callingwas in Cambridge. He was a lawyer in active practice,and he went every day to Boston. One was apt to meethim in those horse-cars which formerly tinkled back andforth between the two cities, and which were often sofull of ones acquaintance that they had all the socialelements of an afternoon tea. They were abusivelyovercrowded at times, of course, and one might easilysee a prime literary celebrity swaying from a strap, orhanging imeasily by the hand-rail to the lower steps of. HOME OF KICHAKD HENRY DANA, JR. Berkeley Street, Cambridge CAMBRIDGE NEIGHBORS the back platform. I do not mean that I ever happenedto see the autlior of Two Years Before the Mast in eitherfact, but in his celebrity he had every qualification forthe illustration of my point. His book probably car-ried the American name farther and wider than anyAmerican books except those of Irving and Cooper at aday when our writers w^ere very little known, andour literature was the only infant industry not fos-tered against foreign ravage, but expressly left toharden and strengthen itself as it best might in aheartless neglect even at home. The book was delight-ful, and I remember it from a reading of thirty yearsago, as of the stuff that classics are made of. I ventureno conjecture as to its present popularity, but of allbooks relating to the sea I think it is the best. Theauthor when I knew him w^as still Kichard H
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