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VOLUME XVI. Early National Literature, Part II; Later National Literature, Part I.
Writers of Familiar Verse
§ 4. Professional Career.
On his return to America he settled in Boston as a practising physician, taking as his motto the smallest fevers thankfully received. He was twenty-seven when he obtained the degree of doctor of medicine and when he issued his earliest volume of poems. Nothing that he had written before or that he was to write later was more characteristic than one of the lyrics in this book,
The Last Leaf.
He won several prizes for dissertations upon medical themes, published together in 1838; and the next year he was appointed professor of anatomy and physiology in the medical school of Dartmouth College, a position which he held for only a brief period. In 1840 he married Amelia Lee Jackson. He had resumed his practice in Boston, and he continued to contribute freely to the literature of his profession. He was always justly proud of his share in diminishing the danger from puerperal fever and of his trenchant attack upon
Homeopathy and its Kindred Delusions
(1842). Then in 1847 he was called to Harvard as professor of anatomy and physiology; and this position he was to fill with distinction for thirty-five years.
The career of Holmes was placid and uneventful even beyond the average of literary careers. Nothing happened to him other than the commonplaces of life; he took part in nothing unusual; he practised medicine for a few years and he taught medical students for many years; he wrote prose and verse in abundance; and in the fulness of years he died. The only dates that call for record here are those of the publication of his successive books. Until he was almost at the summit of his half-century he was known to the general public only as a writer of verse. He used prose for his discussions of medical questions; and whenever he was moved to express his opinions on other themes he chose the medium of metre. Those were the fertile years of the Lyceum System, and Holmes went the rounds of the lecture-halls like many others of the New England authors who were his contemporaries; but even as a lecturer he preferred rhyming verse to the customary colloquial prose. Then quite unexpectedly, when he was forty-eight, an age when most men shrink from any new departure disconcerting to their indurated habits, he revealed himself in an entirely new aspect.
The Atlantic Monthly
was started in 1857 with Lowell as its editor; and to its early numbers Holmes contributed
The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table.
Lowell had insisted as a condition precedent to his acceptance of the editorship that Holmes should be a constant contributor, awakening him from a kind of lethargy in which he was half-slumbering.
Much of the vogue of the new magazine was due to the novel flavour of Holmess series of papers; and he was persuaded to follow up his first success with kindred volumes entitled
The Professor at the Breakfast-Table
The Poet at the Breakfast-Table
Over the Teacups
(1890). For the same monthly he wrote many disconnected essays, some of which he sent forth in 1863 under the appropriate name
Soundings from the Atlantic.
In the several volumes of the Breakfast Table series there is a thin thread of story and the obligatory wedding winds them up at the end; and in his three attempts at fiction,
The Guardian Angel
A Mortal Antipathy
(1885), the thread is only a little strengthened and there is no overt abandonment of the leisurely method of the essayist. From the telling of fictitious biographies to the writing of the lives of two of his friends was only a step; and he published a memoir of John Lothrop Motley in 1878 and a study of Emerson in 1884.
It was in 1883, when he was seventy-four, that he resigned his professorship; and it was in 1886, when he was seventy-seven, that he paid his second visit to Europe. He spent the summer mainly in England, and in London he was the lion of the season. It was almost exactly half a century since his first voyage across the ocean; and on his return from this second voyage he wrote out a pleasantly personal narrative of
Our Hundred Days in Europe.
At intervals, for nearly sixty years, he had sent forth volumes of verse; the latest to appear (in 1888) was aptly entitled
Before the Curfew,
as Longfellow had called his final volume
In the Harbour
and Whittier had felicitously styled his last book
On 7 October, 1894, Holmes died at the ripe age of eighty-five, unusual even among the long-lived American poets of his generation, of whom he was the last to survive.
During his second visit to London, Holmes was the guest of honour at a dinner of the Rabelais Club, founded to cherish the memory of an earlier humorist who was also a practitioner of medicine; and in his letter accepting the invitation he took occasion to confess his regard for another physician-author, Ambroise Paré, whom he termed good, wise, quaint, shrewd, chatty. And all five of these characteristics he possessed himself. He was a gentleman and a scholarto revive the fine old phrasewho was also a physician learned in the lore of the healing art and keenly interested in its history. He was a gentleman and a scholar, who was also a man of the world, in the best sense of that abused term,a man of the world holding a modest place as a man of science. And at bottom he was a Yankee, with a true Yankee inventiveness,the hand-stereoscope he devised being the outward and visible sign of this native gift, which was exhibited incessantly in his writings, notably in
The Physiology of Verse
The Human Wheel, its Spokes and Felloes.
In prose and in verse he disclosed an unfailing Yankee cleverness, whittling his rhymes and sharpening his phrases with an innate dexterity.
The secret of a man who is universally interesting is that he is universally interested, William Dean Howells has told us; and this was above all the secret of the charm Doctor Holmes had for every one. There is zest and gusto in all that he wrote, and the reader can share the writers own enjoyment. Especially was the writer interested in himself, as the true essayist must be. His delight in talking about himself was complacent, contagious, and innocent. I have always been good company for myself, Holmes once confessed; and this is one reason why he has been pleasantly companionable to countless readers who found in him a friendly quality which took them captive. His egotism was as patent as Montaignes, even if it was not so frank in its expression nor so searching in its analysis. The more of himself he revealed, the more he won the hearts of his fellow men, who relished the gentleness and the firmness of the character so openly disclosed, its kindliness, its urbanity and amenity, its lack of all acerbity or acridity, its total freedom from the rennet of meanness which curdles the milk of human kindness.
In a letter which Whittier wrote for a celebration of Holmess seventy-fifth birthday, the Quaker poet singled out for praise the Boston bards genial nature, entire freedom from jealousy and envy, quick tenderness, large charity, hatred of sham, pretence and unreality, and his reverent sense of the eternal and permanent. This is keen criticism. Holmes was a wit, but there was no bitterness in his laughter, because it lacked scorn; and there was in it no echo of the cruel sterility of Voltaires irony. We can say of Holmes what Moore said of Sheridan, that his wit
neer carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
We can say this with the weightier emphasis when we recall the cheerful courtesy with which he met the vindictive and virulent retorts evoked by his dissolvent analysis of the abhorrent and horrible aspects of Calvinism, a disestablished code inherited from a less civilized past. Holmess influence was civilizing and humanizing; and it was more important than we are likely now to recognize. He had in a high degree the social instinct which has given grace to French life and which was perhaps accentuated in him during his two years stay in Paris in his malleable youth. He was the constant exponent of good manners and of right feeling, at a period in the evolution of American society when the need for this was even more evident than it is now.
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