He looked full as young as he did twenty years ago, when he gave us a 'conversation' in Lynn.
Elizabeth Peabody came into the room, and walked up to the seat of the rulers; her white hair streamed over her shoulders in wild carelessness, and she was as careless as ever about her whole attire, but it was beautiful to see the attention shown to her by Mr.Alcott and Mr.
Sanborn.
"Emerson entered,--pale, thin, almost ethereal in countenance,--followed by his daughter, who sat beside him and watched every word that he uttered.

On the whole, it was the same Emerson--he stumbled at a quotation as he always did; but his thoughts were such as only Emerson could have thought, and the sentences had the Emersonian pithiness.

He made his frequent sentences very emphatic.

It was impossible to see any thread of connection; but it always was so--the oracular sentences made the charm.

The subject was Memory.' He said, 'We remember the selfishness or the wrong act that we have committed for years.