The grandchildren passed the open grave and threw flowers into it." In her "Journal," Louisa Alcott wrote, "Thursday, 27th.

Mr.
Emerson died at nine P.M.suddenly.

Our best and greatest American gone.

The nearest and dearest friend father ever had, and the man who has helped me most by his life, his books, his society.

I can never tell all he has been to me,--from the time I sang Mignon's song under his window (a little girl) and wrote letters _...