Excerpt from Ralph Waldo Emerson: A Discourse in West Church But I delight to recur to the perfect disposition in him that bore every test under the roof and by the way, so faith ful and patient it was, with its habitual, never-absent, and all-conquering smile, mild and not often impassioned; so that, if God could survey the concluded handiwork of crea tion and pronounce it good, he must have more decidedly the same opinion of such a man. As he came down from his chamber in my house, one morning, his face was covered with mosquito bites, hinting a sleepless, wretched night. But, to my sad and mortified interrogatory, i could get no word of explanation or regret. All to him seemed hospi tality and good cheer. One hot July day, I left his house without his knowledge, that he might not be disturbed and he ran after me through the dusty street, beseeching me to go back. While we stood, our altercation was interrupted by an inquiry from an old man with his dame in a rickety chaise, if we could tell him the road to Lexington, adding, I want to pass by the house of Ralph Waldo Emerson. Emerson gave me a private smile, and answered, pointing: That is his house. He is a poor man, but there is where he lives. He never unnecessarily let anybody, however curious, know who he was. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.