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departed；　the　bustle　ofthis　mercial　and　Custom…House　life　kept　up　its　little　murmurround　about　him；　and　neither　with　the　men　nor　their　affairs　did　theGeneral　appear　to　sustain　the　most　distant　relation。　He　was　as　muchout　of　place　as　an　old　sword…　now　rusty；　but　which　had　flashed　once　inthe　battle's　front；　and　showed　still　a　bright　gleam　along　its　blade…would　have　been；　among　the　inkstands；　paper…folders；　and　mahoganyrulers；　on　the　Deputy　Collector's　desk。　　There　was　one　thing　that　much　aided　me　in　renewing　and　recreatingthe　stalwart　soldier　of　the　Niagara　frontier…　the　man　of　true　andsimple　energy。　It　was　the　recollection　of　those　memorable　words　ofhis…　〃I'll　try；　sir！〃…　spoken　on　the　very　verge　of　a　desperate　andheroic　enterprise；　and　breathing　the　soul　and　spirit　of　New　Englandhardihood；　prehending　all　perils；　and　encountering　all。　If；　inour　country；　valour　were　rewarded　by　heraldic　honour；　this　phrase…which　it　seems　so　easy　to　speak；　but　which　only　he；　with　such　a　taskof　danger　and　glory　before　him；　has　ever　spoken…　would　be　the　best　andfittest　of　all　mottoes　for　the　General's　shield　of　arms。　　It　contributes　greatly　towards　a　man's　moral　and　intellectualhealth；　to　be　brought　into　habits　of　panionship　with　individualsunlike　himself；　who　care　little　for　his　pursuits；　and　whose　sphere　andabilities　he　must　go　out　of　himself　to　appreciate。　The　accidents　of　mylife　have　often　afforded　me　this　advantage；　but　never　with　morefulness　and　variety　than　during　my　continuance　in　office。　There　wasone　man；　especially；　the　observation　of　whose　character　gave　me　anew　idea　of　talent。　His　gifts　were　emphatically　those　of　a　man　ofbusiness；　prompt；　acute；　clear…minded；　with　an　eye　that　saw　throughall　perplexities；　and　a　faculty　of　arrangement　that　made　themvanish；　as　by　the　waving　of　an　enchanter's　wand。　Bred　up　fromboyhood　in　the　Custom…House；　it　was　his　proper　field　of　activity；and　the　many　intricacies　of　business；　so　harassing　to　theinterloper；　presented　themselves　before　him　with　the　regularity　of　aperfectly　prehended　system。　In　my　contemplation；　be　stood　as　theideal　of　his　class。　He　was；　indeed；　the　Custom…House　in　himself；　or；at　all　events；　the　mainspring　that　kept　its　variously　revolving　wheelsin　motion；　for；　in　an　institution　like　this；　where　its　officers　areappointed　to　subserve　their　own　profit　and　convenience；　and　seldomwith　a　leading　reference　to　their　fitness　for　the　duty　to　beperformed；　they　must　perforce　seek　elsewhere　the　dexterity　which　isnot　in　them。　Thus；　by　an　inevitable　necessity；　as　a　mag　attractssteel…filings；　so　did　our　man　of　business　draw　to　himself　thedifficulties　which　everybody　met　with。　With　an　easy　condescension；　andkind　forbearance　towards　our　stupidity…　which；　to　his　order　of　mind；must　have　seemed　little　short　of　crime…　would　he　forthwith；　by　themerest　touch　of　his　finger；　make　the　inprehensible　as　clear　asdaylight。　The　merchants　valued　him　not　less　than　we；　his　esotericfriends。　His　integrity　was　perfect；　it　was　a　law　of　nature　with　him；rather　than　a　choice　or　a　principle；　nor　can　it　be　otherwise　thanthe　main　condition　of　an　intellect　so　remarkably　clear　and　accurate　ashis；　to　be　honest　and　regular　in　the　administration　of　affairs。　Astain　on　his　conscience；　as　to　anything　that　came　within　the　rangeof　his　vocation；　would　trouble　such　a　man　very　much　in　the　same　way；though　to　a　far　greater　degree；　than　an　error　in　the　balance　of　anaccount；　or　an　ink…blot　on　the　fair　page　of　a　book　of　record。　Here；　ina　word…　and　it　is　a　rare　instance　in　my　life…　I　had　met　with　aperson　thoroughly　adapted　to　the　situation　which　he　held。　　Such　were　some　of　the　people　with　whom　I　now　found　myself　connected。I　took　it　in　good　part；　at　the　hands　of　Providence；　that　I　wasthrown　into　a　position　so　little　akin　to　my　past　habits；　and　setmyself　seriously　to　gather　from　it　whatever　profit　was　to　be　had。After　my　fellowship　of　toil　and　impracticable　schemes　with　thedreamy　brethren　of　Brook　Farm；　after　living　for　three　years　within　thesubtile　influence　of　an　intellect　like　Emerson's；　after　those　wild；free　days　on　the　Assabeth；　indulging　fantastic　speculations；　besideour　fire　of　fallen　boughs；　with　Ellery　Channing；　after　talking　withThoreau　about　pine…trees　and　Indian　relics；　in　his　hermitage　atWalden；　after　growing　fastidious　by　sympathy　with　the　classicrefinement　of　Hillard's　culture；　after　being　imbued　with　poeticsentiment　at　Longfellow's　hearth…stone…　it　was　time；　at　length；　that　Ishould　exercise　other　faculties　of　my　nature；　and　nourish　myselfwith　food　for　which　I　had　hitherto　had　little　appetite。　Even　the　oldInspector　was　desirable；　as　a　change　of　diet；　to　a　man　who　had　knownAlcott。　I　looked　upon　it　as　an　evidence；　in　some　measure；　or　asystem　naturally　well　balanced；　and　lacking　no　essential　part　of　athorough　organisation；　that；　with　such　associates　to　remember；　I　couldmingle　at　once　with　men　of　altogether　different　qualities；　and　nevermurmur　at　the　change。　　Literature；　its　exertions　and　objects；　were　now　of　little　momentin　my　regard。　I　cared　not；　at　this　period；　for　books；　they　wereapart　from　me。　Nature…　except　it　were　human　nature…　the　nature　that　isdeveloped　in　earth　and　sky；　was；　in　one　sense；　hidden　from　me；　and　allthe　imaginative　delight；　wherewith　it　had　been　spiritualised；　passedaway　out　of　my　mind。　A　gift；　a　faculty；　if　it　had　not　departed；　wassuspended　and　inanimate　within　me。　There　would　have　been　somethingsad；　unutterably　dreary；　in　all　this；　had　I　not　been　conscious　that　itlay　at　my　own　option　to　recall　whatever　was　valuable　in　the　past。　Itmight　be　true；　indeed；　that　this　was　a　life　which　could　not；　withimpunity；　be　lived　too　long；　else；　it　might　make　me　permanentlyother　than　I　had　been；　without　transforming　me　into　any　shape　which　itwould　be　worth　my　while　to　take。　But　I　never　considered　it　as　otherthan　a　transitory　life。　There　was　always　a　prophetic　instinct；　a　lowwhisper　in　my　ear；　that；　within　no　long　period；　and　whenever　a　newchange　of　custom　should　be　essential　to　my　good；　a　change　would　e。　　Meanwhile；　there　I　was；　a　Surveyor　of　the　Revenue；　and；　so　far　asI　have　been　able　to　understand；　as　good　a　Surveyor　as　need　be。　A　manof　thought；　fancy；　and　sensibility　（had　he　ten　times　the　Surveyor'sproportion　of　those　qualities）　may；　at　any　time；　be　a　man　ofaffairs；　if　he　will　only　choose　to　give　himself　the　trouble。　Myfellow…officers；　and　the　merchants　and　sea…captains　with　whom　myofficial　duties　brought　me　into　any　manner　of　connection；　viewed　me　inno　other　light；　and　probably　knew　me　in　no　other　character。　None　ofthem；　I　presume；　had　ever　read　a　page　of　my　inditing；　or　would　havecared　a　fig　the　more　for　me；　if　they　had　read　them　all；　nor　would　ithave　mended　the　matter；　in　the　least；　had　those　same　unprofitablepages　been　written　with　a　pen　like　that　of　Burns　or　of　Chaucer；　eachof　whom　was　a　Custom…House　officer　in　his　day；　as　well　as　I。　It　is　agood　lesson…　though　it　may　often　be　a　hard　one…　for　a　man　who　hasdreamed　of　literary　fame；　and　of　making　for　himself　a　rank　among　theworld's　dignitaries　by　such　means；　to　step　aside　out　of　the　narrowcircle　in　which　his　claims　are　recognised；　and　to　find　how　utterlydevoid　of　significance；　beyond　that　circle；　is　all　that　he　achieves；and　all　he　aims　at。　I　know　not　that　I　especially　needed　the　lesson；either　in　the　way　of　warning　or　rebuke；　but；　at　any　rate；　I　learned　itthoroughly：　nor；　it　gives　me　pleasure　to　reflect；　did　the　truth；　as　itcame　home　to　my　perception；　ever　cost　me　a　pang；　or　require　to　bethrown　off　in　a　sigh。　In　the　way　of　literary　talk；　it　is　true；　theNaval　Officer…　an　excellent　fellow；　who　came　into　office　with　me　andwent　out　only　a　little　later…　would　often　engage　me　in　a　discussionabout　one　or　the　other　of　his　favourite　topics；　Napoleon　orShakespeare。　The　Collector's　junior　clerk；　too…　a　young　gentleman　who；it　was　whispered；　occasionally　covered　a　sheet　of　Uncle　Sam'sletter…paper　with　what　（at　the　distance　of　a　few　yards）　looked　verymuch　like　poetry…　used　now　and　then　to　speak　to　me　of　books；　asmatters　with　which　I　might　possibly　be　conversant。　This　was　my　allof　lettered　intercourse；　and　it　ynecessities。　　No　longer　seeking　nor　caring　that　my　name　should　be　blazonedabroad　on　title…pages；　I　smiled　to　think　that　it　had　now　anotherkind　of　vogue。　The　Custom…House　marker　imprinted　it；　with　a　stenciland　black　paint；　on　pepper…bags；　and　baskets　of　anatto；　andcigar…boxes；　and　bales　of　all　kinds　of　dutiable　merchandise；　intestimony　that　these　modities　had　paid　the　impost；　and　goneregularly　through　the　office。　Borne　on　such　queer　vehicle　of　fame；　aknowledge　of　my　existence；　so　far　as　a　name　conveys　it；　was　carriedwhere　it　had　never　been　before；　and；　I　hope；　will　never　go　again。　　But　the　past　was　not　dead。　Once　in　a　great　while；　the　thoughts；　thathad　seemed　so　vital　and　so　active；　yet　had　been　put　to　rest　soquietly；　revived　again。　One　of　the　most　remarkable　occasions；　when　thehabit　of　bygone　days　awoke　in　me；　was　that　which　brings　it　withinthe　law　of　literary　propriety　to　offer　the　public　the　sketch　which　Iam　now　writing。　　In　the　second　story　of　the　Custom…House；　there　is　a　large　room；　inwhich　the　brick…work　and　naked　rafters　have　never　been　covered　withpanelling　and　plaster。　The　edifice…　originally　projected　on　a　scaleadapted　to　the　old　mercial　enterprise　of　the　port；　and　with　an　ideaof　subsequent　prosperity　destined　never　to　be　realised…　contains　farmore　space　than　its　occupants　know　what　to　do　with。　This　airy　hall；therefore；　over　the　Collector's　apartments；　remains　unfinished　to　thisday；　and；　in　spite　of　the　aged　cobwebs　that　festoon　its　dusky　beams；appears　still　to　await　the　labour　of　the　carpenter　and　mason。　At　oneend　of　the　room；　in　a　recess；　were　a　number　of　barrels；　piled　one　uponanother；　containing　bundles　of　official　documents。　Large　quantities　ofsimilar　rubbish　lay　lumbering　the　floor。　It　was　sorrowful　to　think　howmany　days；　and　weeks；　and　months；　and　years　of　toil；　had　been　wastedon　these　musty　papers；　which　were　now　only　an　encumbrance　on　earth；and　were　hidden　away　in　this　forgotten　corner；　never　more　to　beglanced　at　by　human　eyes。　But；　then；　what　reams　of　othermanuscripts…　filled　not　with　the　dulness　of　official　formalities；but　with　the　thought　of　inventive　brains　and　the　rich　effusion　of　deephearts…　had　gone　equally　to　oblivion；　and　that；　moreover；　withoutserving　a　purpose　in　their　day；　as　thes