" The doctor
answered in great wrath, as he slammed down the window, and
returned to bed: "A peck."
William Ellery Channing, the poet, was a constant visitor
of my sister, and later of my brother Edward. He was a moody
and solitary person, except in the company of a few close
friends who testified to the charming and delightful quality
of his companionship. I suppose his poems will outlast a
great many greater reputations. But they will always find
very few readers in any generation.
Channing visited my elder sister almost every day or evening
for a good while, but rarely remained more than two or three
minutes if he found anybody else in the room.
George William Curtis, afterward the famous orator, and his
brother, Burrill, occupied for a year or two a small farmhouse
or hut, with one or two rooms in it, in Concord, on the Lincoln
road. They had been at Brook Farm and came to Concord, I
suppose attracted by Emerson. They came to my father's house
during their stay there every afternoon, and their call was
as much a regular incident of the day as any stated meal.
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